When I was growing up, I hated any time that I had to go up to the attic.
I was the oldest plus was raised by a single, working mom.
She did a fine job with us plus my friend and I all turned out pretty good. But as the oldest, I ended up sort of becoming the de facto guy of the house when it came to mom needing help. She was such a fan of rearranging all the furnishings inside the central cooling system of our home. And know who was the one covered in sweat it out inside that central cooling system, then right, it was me… When it came to Christmas plus then this time of year, the dreaded attic trips loomed. In the Winter, I had to bring all the stuff down from the attic to decorate for the holiday. There was zero heating plus cooling up there plus I would freeze while in the attic only to come down to have the control unit setting overheat me; My mom loved to crank that gas furnace. And Spring meant taking all the stuff from winter time up to the attic plus bringing down all the Summer stuff. I hated it. That might be why I ignored the finished attic that my friend and I inherited when my friend and I bought this house, then however, when I was entirely trying to find a quiet venue to practice meditation, the attic was the answer. For some unknown reason, the former owner completely finished the attic with a plywood floor, walls plus electricity. All I had to add was a ductless heat pump. And the Heating & A/C professional made short work of that indeed. Now, it sort of has come full circle because the attic might now be my favorite spot in the house.