My Childhood Bedroom: Hip, But Not Cool

My Childhood Bedroom: Hip, But Not Cool

My room was the hottest in the summer, and the coldest in the winter.

After moving to a town a few hours north of my childhood home, I found myself missing almost everything about it. My parents’ house is familiar; I know where to find a vase, where to find a screwdriver, and where my younger sister’s candy stash is. Even though I haven’t used it in a decade, I miss the swing set in the backyard. I miss the pantry, always dependably full of snacks. 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 home that I was happy to leave behind: my bedroom. Despite being a shrine to everything that was hip in the 90s, the space just wasn’t cool. My parents’ air conditioning system couldn’t keep up. My room was the hottest in the summer, and the coldest in the winter. During my childhood, I never knew what the problem was: was it the HVAC equipment, the ductwork, the way the equipment was installed, or something else entirely? My parents called an HVAC technician out a few times when I was a kid; the technician would assess whatever heating or cooling problem we were having, and it took everything I had not to jump out at the technician from behind a corner and plead, “Can you please find a way to make the cool air reach my room?” But, I never did. To compensate for the heat in the summer, I got plug-in fans. To break the icy chill in the winter, I used space heaters. Now that I own my own place, and I’m in charge of my own HVAC situation, I finally have a bedroom that is properly cooled and heated!

 

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