Have you ever been staying anywhere 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 bathroom, suddenly, I realize how rude I’m being, and reign in my exhausting 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 fortune of our temporary living situation. It was the middle of the afternoon, and the temperature outside was about 77 degrees. Inside, the household was feeling beautiful. There was sunshine and fresh air streaming in from all the open windows, and creating a easily beautiful breeze that flowed through the whole home. We were all feeling quite comfortable and commenting on the delightful temperature indoors and out, when someone abruptly stood too close to an air vent. “Wait… is the heat on?” they asked, with great trepidation. The whole room froze. We all looked around at the various open windows and then at the air vents that surrounded the kitchen, however for a moment, all the people began to shift towards the thermostat, as their adult responsibilities overcame their lust for the beautiful fresh air. “Wait!” I said, “It’s a rental! We aren’t paying for the electricity!” Everyone chuckled and 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.