When I finally graduated from high school, I was very excited to move out on my own. My parents had a plethora of rules, and I was ready to be on my own. It took three months to find the perfect apartment, because I could only afford so much. I ended up having to find a roommate, and the two of us split the rent 50/50. Our apartment was located on the seedy side of town, because it was all that we could afford. Even with both of us working full-time, we could only afford a one-bedroom apartment. My roommate slept in the living room and I slept in the bedroom. Our landlord seemed nice, but he was extremely hard to get in touch with. The very first time that the temperature dropped below 40, remind roommate and I had trouble with our heating system. The furnace wouldn’t kick on, until the indoor temperature was 50 degrees. Even though we had the thermostat set to 68 degrees, the furnace wouldn’t budge. My roommate and I spoke to the landlord on several different occasions, and he told us he would have the furnace checked. It wasn’t until December, that the landlord finally fixed the furnace. We had a freak snowstorm, and the furnace stopped working altogether. When my roommate and I woke up in the morning, it was already cold enough to see breath in the air. We called the landlord until he answered, and he contacted the furnace repair service promptly. The landlord had to pay for a brand new furnace, because hours was irreparably broken.