I grew up in a little clutch of houses too small to even be called a town.
There was a gas station nearby, and a 12-room hotel, and 30 or 40 houses on the side of a seaside hill.
This place was picturesque, quiet, and an amazing place to grow up. I could see the ocean from my front yard, and a half mile up the road were a series of logging trails that led deep into the dense forest. When I was in middle school my Mom got a current task and all of us had to move to the midwest, which was a shock to my system. This place was so hot it felt appreciate I would melt whenever I left the safety of the It took a few days before I adjusted the heat, at which point I realized there was something even worse – the air quality. The dry, dusty air was as thick as London fog, and all of us had to run the central Heating, Ventilation, and A/C consistently just to make the air more breathable. Long before COVID people were wearing masks around here, just to serve as an air filter for the air they breathe. We went from decreasing the air filter in the central proposal once every more than 2 weeks, to once every more than 2 weeks! The air filters were constantly jammed up with dirt and dusty so suddenly, all of us had to beginning buying the 12- filter supersized pack. We thought about getting the HEPA air filters, however all of us made the decision to go through them so suddenly they would be cost prohibitive.