My older brother graduated and moved out of the home to go to college, and I couldn’t have been happier. There was only one thing that I wanted from him, and that was his old room. My brother was the typical bratty teenager who believed none of his siblings were to be allowed in his room. He’d spend tons of time with his friends up there, and with me being a curious kid, the mystery of his room always drove me nuts. It was also up in the attic, so he also had a great view of the neighborhood and all the people outside. When I asked my parents if I could have it, they had no issues. I was thrilled, and ready to make it my own! Now that it has been a few weeks, I’m not nearly as excited as I was. The chills I get in that attic are unreal! I didn’t realize that the heated furnace component which keeps the home warm has no connection to the ductworks in the attic. I had no choice but to rely on this super small portable furnace to keep me warm, and it doesn’t do the best job! That thing was worthless, really – I wished I had my old room back! I asked my parents if I could move back down to the room after a few days of suffering, but they refused, saying that I needed to stay up there and deal with it however I could. They were trying to teach me a lesson about being careful what you wish for, but I don’t think I cared much for lessons at the time. It was so annoying to have to go to bed each evening in a coat, and remember hoping that winter came to an end soon that year. It thankfully did, and I slowly moved all my stuff back down to the old room.