The house we pulled up brought back all my childhood hopes and dreams.
It was s beautiful victorian home.
The facade was blue-gray with white trim and a veranda that ran the side of the house, disappearing around the back. It was quite simply the house of my dreams; it was beautiful, unique, and almost magical. The interior was nothing short of breathtaking. I was squealing like a little girl at every turn and every room we viewed. All other houses I had looked at during the house hunt paled in comparison. The owner of the house, who also happened to be the realtor, told me that I needed to know about the whole home heating system and the pleasant fact that it had a washable filter. The house had a gas furnace and a beautiful gas fireplace to match. She showed me her records and receipts of the furnace/heater tune-up that she never seemed to miss. There was a smart thermostat. She had it installed after learning its energy-saving help capabilities from the same heating corp where she bought the heating equipment. After signing the paperwork and I was the rightful owner of the house, I asked her for the number of the heating provider that did her boiler installation and that also happened to take care of her home services. I wanted them to take a good look at the ductwork and carry out duct cleaning since most people forget all about it. After the inspection, the HVAC repairman only found one leak in the HVAC duct, but the cleaning was well worth it. Even the indoor air felt fresher after the cleaning.