Trying to find a balance

I recently started renting a small office section in a big historic building downtown.

There’s a lot to prefer about this elegantly rustic atmosphere, between the old school elevators & the amazing view outside our window overlooking the river down below.

A massive amount of the furniture downstairs is decades old as well. But after you quit focusing on the superficial features you begin to realize how needlessly run down this venue has become. Being inundated with a musty mold stink wherever you go in the building is the least of your worries. Once in a while the locks on the doors don’t easily engage at night when you’re leaving, which is a massive security risk. The plumbing consistently backs up, the lights go on & off due to the fact that the wiring is so old, & there is a big ant problem even if you never bring food into the building. Even with all of these troubles on a repeat basis, I still stayed in our office & was foolishly resolute that someone would eventually fix these headaches. But oddly enough, the nail in the coffin for me is the climate control inside. It doesn’t matter what the weather is like outdoors, the building ranges from harshly hot to harshly freezing on a morning by morning basis. I had even walked into the building on a random June morning to find that someone had turned on the heat. My weather thermometer said the interior was 95 degrees that morning. You could find the opposite happen in January, with a/c on & moving in and around the whole building. And no matter what the uneven temperatures are like, it’s always harshly humid inside.

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