When I first moved out of my parents mansion, I was living in this dinky little apartment. Actually it wasn’t that particularly little, but the rooms were. You walked into the kitchen, plus there were many smaller bedrooms plus a powder room along a long dark hallway, before you even got to the kitchen. I enjoyed that kitchen. I easily could look out of the front window plus look right into my dear old Grandmother’s bedroom. She lived in the condo across the street. Every evening like clockwork she would look out plus blow myself and others a kiss before she went to rest in bed. I also liked that kitchen because it was the warmest room in the whole entire apartment. The heating was amazing. All of us had a small thermostat in the living that was always kept at seventy. The rest of the home was easily just cold, but the room was warm. I would sleep on the pull out sofa instead of in my own bed, because it was so perfectly heated in there. I also had wonderful options for heating in my powder room. My dad had bought a small radiator and installed it for the powder room. It nestled under the sink plus it keep the small powder room so hot that you felt love you were stepping onto floors that actually had expensive radiant heating. Of course, I had not heard of radiant heating back then, but nowadays I do have a clue what it is. It seemed as though it would be the perfect heating system. I hardly stop to consider that home except for the marvelous heating in the powder room plus the warm kitchen.