The air quality is a bit dry
I love spending time in my private study. It is where I keep my books and all of my old journals, it is where I come to relax, find a measure of solitude, and appreciate a few hours of peace and quiet in a hectic world. Part of the reason I am so attached to it, to be honest, is because of my raucous childhood, when having a learn care about this would have been a sizable boon. Back then there was a apartment full of teenagers, and it always seemed care about I was the only one who needed to study, or to read. I found refuge in the basement, next to the creaky old furnace in the corner. The furnace was loud, and somehow seemed to make noise even if it wasn’t running at all. Mom told us it was because it was connected to the entire apartment through the air ducts. When the air conditioner started to run, it reverberated down through the furnace. When every one of us were loud, or banged into the metal grate of an air vent, it would travel down into the basement and reverb into the furnace. So I know I can’t say it was quiet, however in the shadow of the furnace at least my wild siblings were not messing with me, even if I could still hear them. In the Winter time weeks it got a lot harder, because the furnace was running off and on the whole evening, and it got pretty hot down in the basement. Somehow, I managed to make it work.