u/srinkylegitimate

We got the roof redone last year in January. Last summer and this summer upstairs has gotten unbearably hot, and so I got more insulation sprayed in. Still super hot, Google says hey maybe you don’t have proper ventilation. I go into the attic and one box vent is there and visible, the other looks like they started the process and forgot about it. I’m not crazy right? Also how many of these do I realistically need for a 1200sq foot attic?

I am what I’d call intermediate level at handwork. I went up into the attic because the ac hasn’t been blowing as strong and saw this. It feels like it was originally connected with plaster or something and over time tore apart? Unit is only 3 years old, probably poorly installed. Asking for advice that isn’t super expensive because I am a college student just trying to help my family, my parent died recently so we can’t afford super high bills right now. I taped over it with metal tape(the kind that feels like foil) for now which helped it blow stronger through the vents but I know that’s not the right way to do it. Also I know the drain pan needs to be cleaned out I just didn’t have my shop vac. And it’s so dusty because we just got new insulation too.

Food: roti skin 🤤

I spent most of my life in a neglectful family that made me grow up too quick, so I never really got to experiment or live my life. I wanted to be a musician, but never could do anything with that because I was guilted by my family to take care of everyone. I’ve never been on a date, haven’t had a boyfriend or kissed anyone since high school. I don’t know how to start living? I want to date and fall in love and even just have sex but I am just too scared to be awkward. I have so many passions and I’ve never done anything with any of them because my family has never allowed me to put myself first. I’ve never been to a bar, never been to a party, the longest I’ve been away from home was 72 hours and they kept calling me the entire time. Like I don’t even know where to start. Even now, I talk about moving out and my daily asks who will take care of them? But living outside of your parent’s home is part of experiencing life, no? I feel like I’m stuck and don’t know where to begin with the whole living thing. Any advice welcome, especially maybe from any late bloomers? It almost feels too late.