As a kid, I was always drawn to the warm glow of a fireplace.
It was like a magnet to me, but our parents decided an electric heating plan was a better choice for our home.
It was efficient, but it still didn’t have that fireplace feel. As I grew up and purchased my own home close to the city, it also had electric heating. I never thought about the fireplace again until winter hit. I started to long for the warmth that the fireplace emitted. One day, I stumbled on a vintage fireplace. It was love at first sight! Made of cast iron, it had intricate designs that seemed to tell a story. I knew I had to have it, even if it meant carrying it through the neighborhood streets like a caveman. I spent the weekend installing the fireplace in my home, and when I finally lit the first fire, it was worth it! The sparks danced and crackled. The heat was intense but the feeling was beautiful. If someone looked at me, they’d think I was a weirdo. Just sat there with our esure closed with a big, goofy smile. From that day on, I never used the electric fireplace again. I knew that nothing could compare to the magic of a real fireplace. After work, I’d just go straight to my chair and relax. It was a soothing sensation. I didn’t want anything else. I’d fall asleep there for many evenings, without a care in the world.