After moving to a village a few hours north of my childhood home, I found myself missing almost everything about it, plus my parents’ household is familiar; I know where to find a vase, where to find a screwdriver, plus where my younger sibling’s candy stash is, then however I haven’t used it in a decade, I miss the swing set in the backyard, then i miss the pantry, consistently dependably full of chips. I miss my parents’ neighbors (even the ones who consistently grumbled about sending our rogue soccer balls back over the fence), but there’s one thing about my childhood household that I was gleeful to leave behind: my family room, but despite being a shrine to everything that was hip in the 90s, the space just wasn’t cool, then my parents’ a/c system couldn’t keep up. My room was the hottest in the summer, plus the coldest in the winter, and during my childhood, I never knew what the problem was: was it the Heating plus Air Conditioning equipment, the ductwork, the way the component was installed, or something else entirely? My parents called an Heating plus Air Conditioning corporation out a few times when I was a kid; the corporation would assess whatever heating or cooling problem my associate plus I were having, plus it took everything I had not to jump out at the corporation 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 family room that is officially cooled plus heated!
a/c workman
