Here we go again guys. It’s six months on since the whole air conditioner debacle with my boyfriend. For those of you who don’t know, he was living in this apartment that was a total sweatbox and was too lazy to get the air conditioner fixed. I had to organise the air conditioning repair myself. One month after sorting out the issue with the air conditioner, he had to move apartments. It’s a shame because despite his apartment feeling like the inside of an oven, it did have a lovely view. Now he’s in this new place. I haven’t told him, but I’m not a fan. It’s on the ground floor of an apartment block. His window faces straight onto the courtyard quadrangle, so most of the natural light that could be entering his apartment is blocked by the rest of the building.
He’s gone from an apartment full of sun and warmth, to an apartment that is cold and bland. Now, don’t you start thinking ‘typical girlfriend, always complaining’. That’s not the case. I had no issue with his last apartment. I was just uncomfortable with the excessive heat when the air conditioning was broken. Now he’s taken things too literally and moved into an ice cube. Why does he do stuff like this? Does he not experience discomfort?
This new place doesn’t even have gas heating. Canberra might get really hot in summer, but it also can get really cold. Especially if you’re living in a place that almost borders on being a dungeon. What makes it worse is he keeps reiterating how cold and nice it is. He thinks I’m someone who loves being in the cold now! This is ridiculous.
Now I need to find the most recommended ducted heating repairs specialist. Canberra apparently has some dodgy workers out there, so I want to make sure I get the best of the best. How am I always doing what I like to call ‘life admin’ for my boyfriend? It’s getting old really fast. I’m only doing it because I’m freezing every time I come over.