I love the old heater in the hallway.

The familiar noise of the dusty old heater in the hallway is very comforting for me. It's such a sudden and loud blast of warm air that whenever it starts up again between half hour intervals, you are always having to adjust the volume to the music you're listening to.
And then just as soon as you forget the heater is blasting, the timer turns it off and the hallway is quickly filled with silence again. And then you find yourself wondering how you were listening to your music at such a loud volume.

When the heater's off for half an hour in between its rushes of warm air, I almost miss its noise. It's warmth, yes, definitely. But the noise comforts me.
Suddenly, just before you start to feel the chill set in, you can hear the uneven clicking sound of the heater getting ready to be fired up again. The clicking becomes more rhythmic and goes a faster pace the closer it is to blasting more air. even that sound is comforting.

It's funny, because these noises I'm describing, I'm almost certain would not be comforting to anyone else at all. It's literally a loud blast of heat, and literally a continuous clicking noise as it gets ready to start the loud blast all over again.
But this heater is older than I am, and I've literally grown up with its familiar sounds being a natural part of my life.
It sounds like Autumn or Winter, or blankets, pillows and warm clothes. Or hot milos and dressing gowns. Or lying in the hallway with a Christy Miller book. Or sitting against my brother's old room's door and snuggling with my cat. Or even the sound of me drying my wet hair after I'd hop out of the shower as a younger version of me.

Funny how all these thoughts among many other ones came flooding back the moment I turned the heater on. Funny how you never really notice that heater during Summer or Spring. It's always standing there in the hallway, collecting more dust, if that is even possible with the prize-winning collection it already has. It goes untouched for a whole two seasons, and with it, all these thoughts and memories.
I know I have complained more than a few times about living in the same house my entire life. But I feel a little privileged to be able to have these kinds of nostalgic moments, just by simply turning an old heater on.

It has been nice, thinking about the heater. I'm not entirely sure why I have written thoughts about a heater into a blog post, but I guess that's okay. Shouldn't I be writing about something actually worth reading? Then again, it's actually refreshing to put a little more thought than necessary into some inanimate object that doesn't gain me a high VCE score or any kind of A grade.
It's just me thinking about nothing important. I like to think we need a little bit of nonsense and irrelevance in our lives. Sometimes, thoughts about irrelevant old heaters help keep me a little more sane.