welcome to the east coast.
welcome to cool, windy weather on the 12th floor of an apartment building.
welcome to centralized heating/air conditioning.

yeah—meaning: we don’t get heat until enough people tell some guy in charge that our faces are getting frozen to the walls of his building.

they gave our apartment 3 “space” heaters last week because these arizonans were dying of death and because charles, the doorman, really loves us chicks from the byu. the heaters were real cute and all… they may have heated the surrounding insects.

this has been us:


thankfully, this week they turned on the heat.
us west-coasters thank you, phantom man with the say so.
and now can welcome you to our warm and once again happy abode.