Coming from the Northeast, with its bitter winters and humid summers, it’s been pretty amusing to witness Southern California’s version of seasons.
I can’t help chuckling when I see people bundled up in Arctic-strength parkas when it’s 65 degrees.
That said, I acclimated much faster than I thought I would. After just a couple of weeks of being spoiled by sunny days above 70 degrees, I started feeling chilly when the temperature dropped in the evenings.
Now, I grab a light jacket anytime the temperature might dip into the 50s. In New York, if it got into the 50s in the spring, I’d be taking off my coat.