Summer in San Francisco never turns out to be hot, which is actually a good thing, for me. It is always mild and pleasant, and then, when a really warm day comes, I want to be out in the sunshine. On those days, the only topic of conversation is about how incredibly warm it is. At the end of those hot days, I am always ready for more mild days, happy that I saw the other side.
Now I am on the other side, and it is always hot, humid hot. I want to wear as little as possible. I also am crossing the street constantly to walk in the shade. But I know I will be missing this weather when Winter rolls around.