Last winter was the most frustrating summer I had ever had.
I was sitting in my apartment and I had very little heat.
The heating in my apartment didn’t work well, and due to the pandemic, I couldn’t go to a friend’s house until they fixed the furnace in the building. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I had every blanket I owned, wrapped around me. I decided to go online and purchase two more blankets and a space heater. I thought that with a space heater, I would at least have enough heat to keep from freezing. I called the landlord about the furnace before spending money on the space heater. He told me he was having a lot of trouble trying to get the HVAC company to send someone over to the apartment building. I called my boyfriend and told him about the furnace. He had been telling me to move in with him for the last year, but I was comfortable here. Suddenly, moving in with him, where there was heat, sounded like an amazing idea. He asked me what I was going to do. I was hoping he would ask me to come over there, but that didn’t happen. I hung up knowing our relationship was over and called my mom. I told her about the furnace. I also let her know that I had been living alone and not seen anyone. She told me that if I were willing to wear my mask for a week and to stay in my bedroom, she would be happy to have me come home. A week of discomfort for the feel of a working furnace was a good trade-off.