It's summer in Chicago. Spring completely passed us by—I wore a North Face jacket while walking the dog a week ago—but temperatures have shot into the 80s and 90s over the last few days and my apartment already resembles a sauna. Our shoddy wooden floors are sweating from the humidity. The heat brings with it an annual debate: to purchase an air conditioner or not to purchase an air conditioner.

Last year around this time we slept in a bedroom with a window that didn't open. It wasn't pretty. Throughout the season we made do with freezing cold showers before bed, a ceiling fan, crispy white sheets, and lots of "don't touch me's." On Day 3 of a particularly horrendous heatwave that erased every memory of snow I had ever had, we finally trekked to Home Depot intent on purchasing one of the portable units. They had been sold out since Day 1 of the high temperatures earlier that week. Nothing was available online. Nothing was available in the suburbs. The Midwest was entirely devoid of portable air conditioners.

So we made do. More cold showers. Less clothes. Cool washcloths on our foreheads at night. Naps on the breezy back porch. Our friends thought we were crazy. Most live without central air but a window-unit air conditioner in the bedroom seems to be pretty standard. Since our window had been painted shut since we moved in that was not an option, but this year, we have a new window that actually opens and closes and an AC unit is finally doable. But I'm dragging my heels.

A ceiling fan uses about 80-100 watts of electricity. An air conditioner can be ten times that. This means extra dollars on my electric bill and, even more seriously, extra strain on the environment: the more we use air conditioners, the more we need air conditioners, due to the climate-changing greenhouse gases these electricity guzzling appliances emit.

They make my throat hurt when I wake up. My nose gets stuffed up.

Using air conditioners means closing the windows which means trapping myself inside. I wouldn't be able to hear the kids playing ball across the street or the paletero ringing his bell or the birds chirping in the mornings. 

If I used an air conditioner I might be more likely to use my oven—a big no-no in this heat-trapping apartment—instead of getting outdoors and grilling some burgers to eat al fresco on the back porch. I may spend less time outside period, since my body will grow unaccustomed to hot weather if I'm sitting in AC both at work and at home.

I may experience less of what makes summertime summertime, and since Chicago only gets precious few months of these temperatures I think I should fully embrace everything they offer: street festivals, cookouts, boat tours, beach visits, rooftop dining, cold showers, and don't touch me's.

I'm intent on holding out on air conditioning. But, please, check back with me in August. I may melt away.

What about you? Are you an air conditioner lover or avoider?

And be sure to check out this round up of ways to stay cool without an air conditioner. 

[Top Photo by Flickr user ToddMorris used under Creative Commons License]


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