The immense condo was a good thing, however it needed so much work that I wanted to sit there and chop down.
I had inherited the condo from my estranged father.
From the look of things, it might have been cheaper to buy a beach house even though it was smaller. The first order of business was to call the heating contractor to inspect the heating device. I had to ensure that at least a single thing was working before moving in, although half of my items were already in the house. The Heating and Air Conditioning serviceman, after his inspection, said he had a lot he needed to tell about the unit, and panic set in after those words; with all the necessary work to make the condo at least habitable, I could not afford to replace the furnace, or at least I thought it was a a single. The Heating and Air Conditioning tech told myself and others the idea was a bit more complicated than he anticipated. The condo had a geo heat pump regulated by a digital control unit. He would need to contact a local beach house services contractor specialist, however from what he had gathered from his inspection, the equipment would need heating service since it had been a while since it had received any heating service. The HVAC duct was in good condition, however since the condo had been uninhabited for a long time, duct sealing would be inevitable; Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that I would own a beach house with my most coveted heating technology system. When my nana said she had the best the heating industry had to offer, I had no idea that this was what she meant. I sent a silent thank you to her.