We had been dating for four months, and I had run out of excuses about my house.
I had evaded the subject altogether, and I knew part of her wondered if I was still living with my parents, a friend, or, worse off, I was homeless.
The problem was that when I bought the house, which was technically a piece of land because it had a tiny studio apartment that did not have an HVAC system. The construction of a two-bedroomed house was underway. One day she asked me If I would ever show her where I lived. She even went as far as saying that she thought I was probably hiding the fact that I had a family. That was the last push I needed to come clean. I asked her to accompany me to a meeting where I would need her help and then take her to my place. We went to the HVAC provider, where I had an appointment with an HVAC professional to discuss the type of new HVAC equipment I was looking to install in my house. She came in handy since she had been in the HVAC business for a while, and her father had been an HVAC repairman, and she had learned a lot from him. She helped clear my dilemma on HVAC brands and the type of new HVAC technology to choose. By the end of the meeting, I had settled for quality HVAC and a Wi-Fi-enabled thermostat to help with indoor comfort. The HVAC installation took place the following month. A year and a half later, the same lady who later became my wife was reminding me that it was time that the HVAC unit had HVAC maintenance.