Plenty of things make New York living less than glamorous (way less!). Garbage in the streets, high rent, roommates, laundromats, bugs … But I can tolerate all that. What might push me over the edge is the steam radiator.
It’s hot. It’s a 28 degree January day, but I’m considering walking around in a tank top and shorts inside. The comforter on my bed is much too warm at night. I’m wishing I had packed my light quilt instead – the one that got used for about one week each summer in Seattle. I shipped two heavy knit throw blankets that I don’t even want to look at right now. Too warm!
I called my dad yesterday to see if there’s anything I can do. There’s no off button. Nope, he said. You can’t turn off a radiator. “And if it’s a steam radiator, that’s even worse,” he said. Sure enough, steam. His advice was to crack the window open. But my roommate advised me not to open the window or we’d get bugs.
Tank tops, it is.