These days, I miss my boiler dearly.
I’m sure most people has heard of that old adage, you never know what you have until it’s gone. Essentially, you don’t feel grateful for the things in your life until they are missing. This has to be a universal trait of civilization. It’s way too easy to be absorbed in the things that to you don’t have or the things that are stressing you out, and to completely overlook the things that you should appreciate. I, for one, am seriously guilty of behaving this way. I have a tendency to get busy out and overwhelmed, at which point I don’t see the light in anything around me. Oftentimes, it’s not until I’ve completely lost someone or something that I realize how much they meant to my life, and recently, this is how I’ve been feeling about my old forced air boiler. I never thought that I cared for this heating component whatsoever. For as long as I could remember, this stupid central heater was providing uneven warm and frigid air temperature throughout my loft and generally driving me crazy. I felt like I always had to change out the air filters, arrange professional heating, cooling, and ventilation appointments, and re-light the pilot when it would inevitably go out. In fact, I swear that I’ve cursed this boiler more than I’ve swore about my ex-lady. The thing is, when my old boiler finally failed on me, I realized exactly how much it meant to my life. These days, I miss my boiler dearly. I miss hearing it running all afternoon long. I miss the gentle background loft of the outdated equipment. Now, my new boiler is running silently in the background, and my home feels completely empty.