How I Mastered the Art of Ventilating My Home
My obsession with ventilation began long before the pandemic. Five years ago, when I moved from central Tokyo to the coast of Japan, a blanket of humidity seemed to levitate out from the sea and the surrounding mountains, wrapping everything I owned in a moist haze. Combined with crushing summer heat, it cultivated a perfect recipe for mold.That first summer, my ventilation game was weak. The tatami mats—traditional Japanese straw flooring—sprouted dark clumps.