Have you ever been staying somewhere else for so long that you beginning to forget it isn’t your real home? I’ve been on the road for so long that sometimes this is exactly what happens to me.
I notice that I beginning getting a little lazy about my cleanliness, or stop closing the door when I go to the washroom, suddenly, I realize how rude I’m being, plus reign in my terrible behavior for my own home.
Well, this wasn’t exactly the outcome this past weekend when my buddy and I stayed at a rental house… instead my buddy and I took full advantage of our temporary living situation. It was the middle of the afternoon, plus the temperature outside was about 74 degrees. Inside, the condo was feeling attractive. There was sun plus fresh air streaming in from all the open windows, plus creating a really charming breeze that flowed through the whole home. My buddy and I were all feeling quite comfortable plus commenting on the delightful temperature indoors plus out, when someone suddenly stood too close to an air vent. “Wait… is the heat on?” they asked, with fantastic trepidation. The whole room froze. My buddy and I all looked around at the several open windows plus then at the air vents that surrounded the study room, however for a moment, pretty much everyone began to shift towards the control unit, as their adult responsibilities overcame their lust for the attractive fresh air. “Wait!” I said, “It’s a rental! My buddy and I aren’t paying for the electricity!” Everyone chuckled plus breathed a sigh of relief – repeating the phrase “we aren’t paying for the electricity” quietly to themselves with delight as they sat back down.