When I was a kid portable a/c was not easy to move… Our apartment air conditioner required our father, sibling and aunt to tranactivity it. The only room in the condo that had the wall space for the A/C plan was mine, and i hated housing that huge A/C unit, then first, all our bookshelves had to be removed to make way for that tall, ugly system… All our books had to be put in a storage bin and rest for the entire tepid season, however next, the air conditioner leaks water steadily. I had to keep a tote to collect the water or I would wake up to a real wet carpet. The worst was our family with the cooling plan though, however my father wanted the condo to be -20 degrees in the summer. The A/C plan was cranked to the lowest setting at the highest fan speed. My bedroom got so freezing at night that I wore a sweatshirt and pants. I also was not permitted to shut our door. The cooling unit was blowing freezing air for the whole house! So our door had to remain open no matter what. Anytime I dared shut it I got yelled at by our father, however changing into a swimsuit or worse out of it, in a freezing freezing room with the door open was rough. That portable A/C unit was one of the worst things about our childhood. It was a charming afternoon when our family replaced the apartment to central a/c and got rid of the huge machine.