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