I was so excited to move out of my parents’ house when I turned 18. They had so many rules that I had to follow. They constantly wanted to know where I was at all times. I hated answering to them. When I moved out, I found a small apartment on the other side of town. I was looking forward to having my own space. The landlord was pretty laid back, I only met him once when I toured the apartment. He lived across the state, so he would not be around much. I was so pumped to finally have my own place. But soon the weather got cold. I knew winter was coming. I attempted to turn on my HVAC system inside the apartment, but nothing was coming out of the vents. The darn HVAC system was not working. I sent a text to my landlord about the broken HVAC system, but I never heard back from him. I was foolish to think that a laidback landlord would be a good choice. Now that I need something from him, he is nowhere to be found. I tried calling him up on his phone, but it went to straight to voicemail. The temperature outside was dropping quickly. I shivered and threw on a flannel shirt I had. I did not want to call an HVAC technician myself. There was no way I could afford the HVAC system repair. The only other choice I could think of was just going back to my parents’ house until I heard back from my landlord. This was certainly not my first choice, but knew that I need to get into a heated environment.