The big house was good, but it needed so much work that I wanted to sit there and break down.
I had inherited the house from my estranged father.
From the look of things, it might have been cheaper to buy a home even though it was smaller. The first order of business was to call the heating dealer to inspect the whole home heating system. I had to ensure that at least one thing was working before moving in, although half of my items were already in the house. The HVAC professional, after his inspection, said he had a lot he needed to tell about the unit. Panic set in after those words; with all the necessary work to make the house at least habitable, I could not afford new heating equipment, or at least I thought it was one. The heating technician told me the system was a bit more complicated than he anticipated. According to a specialist from the heating industry, the house had a geo heat pump regulated by a smart thermostat. He would need to contact a heating company specialist, but from what he had gathered from his inspection, the unit would need repair since it had been a while since it had received any heater maintenance. The ductwork was in good condition, but since the house had been uninhabited for a long time, duct sealing would be inevitable. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined owning a home with my most coveted heat pump installation to help with indoor comfort. During one of our countably strained conversations, my father had said that he had the best the heating industry had to offer; I had no idea that this was what she meant. I sent a silent thank you to him. By the end of the renovations, I had learned much more about heating, painting, and wood paneling.