Rain brings warmth to Bay Area

The weather in the Bay area is just plain weird. I’ve never lived in a place where microclimates are a thing.

There is San Francisco, the Peninsula, South Bay and East Bay. And each one of these areas has a slightly different climate. It is wild and cool.

When I first visited the Bay last summer, I only brought shorts and sundresses (As a former Chicagoan, I learned to appreciate every potential ray of sunshine). That attire was just dandy for Mountain View. But my ignorance of the local weather patterns backfired when one of the evenings I decided to drive up to the city to meet a friend for dinner and a short hike.

Carving out time for San Francisco

Moving and entering a new environment always comes with its drawbacks, even when you move to somewhere almost entirely objectively awesome like California.

I’ve lived in Chicago for about five years before moving to the Bay Area about four months ago. Right now it’s February – the coldest time of the year in the Midwest. So I am thankful I’m in a warmer climate, away from the bone-chilling polar vorteces and snowamageddons.

But I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss some things about living in Chi-Town.

I think most of the time the world is divided into people who love big cities and those who hate them.