I have lived without a vacuum for more than 3 1/2 years. I took them for granted. Vacuums have always been a ubiquitous thing. Growing up, there were always at least two vacuums. Three if you count the wet vac. And yet, upon my moving to a zip code beginning with 9, the bleak reality of my situation came upon me. NO vacuum. And, naturally, buying one was out of the question since they are large and expensive and I had enough junk already when I knew I would be moving a zillion times (so far 1 zillion = 4 times).
Luckily, the first place I lived in a zip code beginning with 9 was in a graduate student apartment on campus that had low flat carpet (as opposed to fluffy--I really don't know my carpet lingo). Sometimes I tried to sweep it. Generally I just picked up stuff when I saw it. After a few months my roommate was made the temporary owner of her friend's vacuum while that friend was away for the summer. Unfortunately, anything we sucked up with it just went out again in a cloud of dust and smoke. The next two apartments I lived in had vacuums that belonged to other people, and so I lived in bliss for a while. And now I live in an apartment with no carpet at all, still without a vacuum. Do you know how much dust can build up on wood floors? Sweeping just isn't my thing either.
Finally, after being told by the neighbor that the dust collecting around the heater was a fire hazard, I realized that I was an adult now and should have my own vacuum. Sigh.
So I bought this vacuum, and I JUST used it and LOVE it! Vacuuming up huge piles of dust is just like flossing when you've got lots of plaque: Really satisfying:)