After moving to a city a few hours north of my childhood home, I found myself missing almost everything about it, plus my parents’ house is familiar; I know where to find a vase, where to find a screwdriver, plus where my younger sibling’s candy stash is, then even though I haven’t used it in a decade, I miss the swing set in the backyard, then i miss the pantry, always dependably full of snacks, then i miss my parents’ neighbors (even the ones who always grumbled about sending our rogue soccer balls back over the fence), but there’s one thing about my childhood house that I was gleeful to leave behind: my living room, however despite being a shrine to everything that was hip in the 90s, the space just wasn’t cool, and my parents’ A/C system couldn’t keep up. My room was the hottest in the summer, plus the coldest in the winter; During my childhood, I never knew what the concern was: was it the Heating plus Air Conditioning equipment, the Heating plus Air Conditioning duct, the way the unit was installed, or something else entirely? My parents called an Heating plus Air Conditioning contractor out a few times when I was a kid; the contractor would assess whatever heating or cooling concern my buddy plus I were having, plus it took everything I had not to jump out at the contractor from behind a corner plus plead, “Can you please find a way to make the cool air reach my room?” But, I never did, plus to compensate for the heat in the summer, I got plug-in fans… To split the icy chill in the winter, I used space heaters, now that I own my own arena, plus I’m in charge of my own Heating plus Air Conditioning situation, I finally have a living room that is respectfully cooled plus heated!
