These afternoons, I miss my heater dearly.
I’m sure all the people has heard of that old adage, you never know what you have until it’s gone. Essentially, you do not 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 do not have or the things that are stressing you out, and to completely overlook the things that you should appreciate. I, for one, am extremely guilty of behaving this way. I have a tendency to get tied up out and overwhelmed, at which point I do not 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, then recently, this is how I’ve been feeling about my old forced air heater. 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 tepid and chilly air temperature throughout my condo and generally driving me crazy. I felt like I consistently 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 heater more than I’ve swore about my ex-lady. The thing is, when my old heater finally failed on me, I realized exactly how much it meant to my life. These afternoons, I miss my heater dearly. I miss hearing it running all morning long. I miss the gentle background condo of the outdated equipment. Now, my new heater is running silently in the background, and my condo feels completely empty.
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