I have had a very deep philosophical argument in my head lately.

If I had a choice, which would I choose?

I live in a place that does not have air conditioning, central heat, dishwasher or laundry facilities.

If I had a chance to choose one of them to add, which would I?

I go back and forth on what I would pick, if I hypothetically had a choice.

Just to be clear, I don’t have a choice. As far as I know, there are no plans of improving my current living situation.

But it’s fun to dream.

Each has its pluses and minuses.

If I had laundry, I wouldn’t have to drive to the laundromat and put my clothes in a washer that’s used by who knows how many other people. I could do it when it was more convenient and not have to plan hours of my life. I wouldn’t be dependent on how busy the place is and I wouldn’t have to deal with people who leave their clothes in the machines, even when they are done.

If I had a dishwasher, I wouldn’t have dirty dishes stacked by my sink all the time. I could rise my dishes and put them in the dishwasher after every meal. When it was time, I could clean them with little effort.

If I had heat, my bedroom wouldn’t be 60 degrees in the winter. Currently, I have a gas furnace in the corner of my living room, which is quite a ways from my bedroom. Needless to say, when it’s a cold winter’s night, it’s not too pleasant to sleep.

If I had air conditioning, I wouldn’t try to sleep in a bedroom that eclipsed the 90-degree mark. There were times last summer when it was nearly impossible to sleep in my bed without sweating profusely. Even the past couple of days, it has been 80 degrees in my bedroom. And that was only when the high temperature hit the 70s.

So what would I choose?

That’s the age old question. Lately, it would depend on what I was doing. When I was at the laundromat, I wanted washing facilities. When I was washing dishes, I wanted a dishwasher.

But at the end of the day, the true answer is clear.

I want central air.

I can deal with washing dishes. And the laundromat. I have a heated blanket, so the cold isn’t quite so bad.

But there is nothing worse than trying to sleep in your own sweat.

I’m just hoping and praying this summer isn’t as hot as the last summer, or I may be finding friends to spend some of those hot summer nights with.