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Picture this: it’s the middle of August in Florida. The mercury is bubbling as temperatures climb past the 105°F mark. My parents, brothers, and I are about to move me into the dorms for my freshman year of college. The building, being a national historic landmark located in the oldest city in America, has no air conditioning (yes, you read that right – I was about to live in a building, in Florida, with no A.C.). My dorm room is on the first floor, which is technically the second floor.
We drove down as a family from Maine with a car full of my stuff. But five people doesn’t leave much room for “stuff” so I had also shipped a number of boxes that were waiting for us. Waiting for us to carry down a street, up two long flights of stairs, and down to the far end of a long hall. In 105°F heat (in case you missed that part). While trying to keep track of my two very active young brothers.