Almost every time people come to visit, its gets foggy. I don’t know why, but they leave The City thinking, “That San Francisco is foggy just like everyone said,” or something like that. In reality, it is not that foggy. I would say we get sunshine about half of the week on average. Even in winter, that sun strikes through the windows and knocks me out of bed. But that fog, that cloudiness and that rain make me want to crawl into a hole.
I would like to call this “seasonal depression” or “seasonal happiness,” but I can’t. Our bipolar weather decides what it wants to be everyday, like the people it surrounds. There is no rhyme or reason to what you can experience in a day. This past week, one morning run was misty with bouts of rain, and when I got out of the shower, it was sunny. At 51 degrees, it was still pretty cold by S.F. standards, so I put on a warm coat. Then I kept looking out my window at the sun and said to myself, “why not wear the lighter jacket and some loafers?” Big mistake. By lunch it was coming down. I had no umbrella and little patience.
It wasn’t a big deal that it was raining, but every time I looked outside I caught a general sense of malaise. I needed a cup of coffee or something to jolt me out of my current state. The rain is mostly seasonal, but isn’t normally consistent. I did buy my first pair of rainboots for the storm that came a couple weeks ago. I was happy, just being able to jump in puddles and feel the rain on my face. But many other people didn’t feel this way.
That weekend was reserved for staying in and watching Netflix. I’ve been here for a few years now, but I do not remember the rain being such a big deal. I am from the Midwest, where rain is nothing and snow is everything. During the rainy weekend, popular brunch spots barely had a wait and the streets were empty. It felt like 9 p.m. For a little rain, the whole city shuts down.
There is obviously no way to truly prepare for the erratic weather unless you assume the worst. If I had to pack for everything, I would have a t-shirt, sweatshirt, rain jacket, umbrella, boots, flats and a HUGE carry all. But very few people are willing to pack for a weather bomb, so most hope for the best and bring a few things to buffer the rain
As soon as I wake up in the morning, I open my blinds, put on the coffee and check the weather. Looking out the window, on a miserable day, I fight the urge to get back in bed or slowly trek to the bathroom to shower. I have to fight the weather with everything I’ve got to maintain a positive attitude. I can’t let the weather get to me, especially when I have a super busy or important day at work. It is just not worth it.
It reminds me of life as a whole. I try to be as prepared as possible, always, but sometimes I am not. There are some days where I feel down and others I am on cloud 9. The weather can really be a reflection of what it means to have a normal life. Things aren’t always perfect, and they change. We just need to get used to it. No matter what is going on outside, I got this.
With a background in journalism, Melissa Eisenberg has been working in the tech industry for eight years, currently leading the SF FashTech community.