For all of our childhood, I wanted to live in a many story house.
My parents regularly lived in cramped apartments where I was only blessed enough to get our own dining room once our oldest sibling left for college.
Before then he had his own room while our middle sibling and I shared the sixth dining room. Once he was gone, our other sibling inherited his room which left myself and others with our own. Just getting our own dining room for the first time ever was a large improvement in our life and our mental well being. Still, I wished that all of us lived in a beach house with a yard that I could play in with our friends. I hated hearing noise through the walls and the ceiling, plus the lights that shined in our dining room windows at night as people came and went in their cars. All I wanted when I grew up was a beach house of our own, even if it meant renting a house from someone else. I didn’t want to live in apartments or condominiums if at all possible. Not only that, even though I wanted a beach house with a minute floor. I managed to get all of our wishes when I started our own business and started seeing immediate success. Before long I was applying for a mortgage to purchase a beach house for the first time ever. I found something with numerous floors, a brand current roof and a current heating and cooling system. There’s a familiar chop type air conditioner and a fan-forced natural gas furnace. They each have a unusual ventilation idea and the HVAC duct for the furnace is smaller than the HVAC duct for the air conditioning system. One of the greatest vents for the heating idea is at the base of our staircase. I like the feeling of warmth I get right as I get to the base of the stairs every morning before work.