Before I left New England, I sold my warm, polypropylene long underwear. I have regretted that ever since. Though San Francisco rarely freezes in the winter, the dank cold seeps into your bones. That’s especially true if you live in a Victorian flat with loose windows, no insulation, and very little heat.
Summer, it turns out, it not much warmer. I moved west with my lightweight summer clothes. Within a week, I called my old roommate and asked her to send my winter wardrobe because I was freezing.
The warmest month in San Francisco is October, where it can occasionally reach 100 degrees. But summer weather is more often foggy and cool.
I’m acclimated now. I complain if the thermometer goes below 65 or above 80. But, when I first moved west, I found a climate that was different from the rest of the country in ways I couldn’t have imagined.