So when it rains, I thought the temperature is supposed to become warmer. You know, because water absorbs the cold and releases some of the heat.
But it’s not. It’s cold. And even though I have complained to my landlord when I first moved in, there’s still a draft that comes in through my bedroom window.
This reminds me of my first place in Berkeley. I don’t think you saw it. In the back of the old red house on College and Haste. This house must have been built in the 1910’s. Cold air seeped in from every possible crack. In the winter the inside of this ‘studio’ would dip below 60 degrees, so I used to freeze at night until I borrowed an electric radiator.
I lived there for 2 years, so I eventually bought a silicone caulking gun and sealed all the windows shut; every edge of the glass and even the wood.