The bill started at $80. Six months later it was $850, and no one would tell me why. I called the company and asked for an explanation. All I got was a man saying, “That’s what your meter says.”
That was the whole answer. And it was the moment something turned over in me.
This was 2011, in a house we had just finished. I decided I was done. I was going solar, and I was going to put a stop to this.
I hired a contractor to do the work. I needed an expert, and on paper he was one. A certified electrician with twenty years in the trade. I assumed that covered it. It did not. An electrician wires houses. Solar is a different animal, and he did not know it.
He never asked how much power we used. He never asked what we ran in a day. And I did not know enough to tell him. So nobody did the one thing that mattered. Analyzed what I actually needed. He installed a 4kW system at 12 volts. I did not know enough to question the number.
The first day was a celebration. I went around the house flipping switches like a kid with a new toy. Lights on. Lights off. On again. All of it running on sunlight I caught myself. I felt like I had beaten them.
The next morning I went to the kitchen to make my coffee. I plugged in the kettle, and the whole house went black. Every light, every outlet, dead. The same thing happened every time my husband fired up a power tool in the shop. The system collapsed the moment anything real asked it for power. A 4kW system could not carry the house and one appliance at once. It was a quarter of what we needed.
I lived like that for eleven months. Watching the load. Running one thing at a time. Telling myself it was fine.
Then I walked into the battery room one midday, just in time to see the batteries melting. The cases were soft and bulging. The undersized system had been cooking them the whole time. Eleven months of damage I never saw until it was staring back at me.
We were already sold. So we decided we were going to rebuild the system, but this time, we were going to do it ourselves.
I told my husband as much. He was a building contractor. We both flew to Florida and enrolled at the solar institute. We learned it from the ground up. Sizing. Wiring. Charge controllers. Batteries. Everything the first contractor never understood.
I rebuilt the system at 16kW and 48 volts. The way it should have been built the first time.
We learned solar to save ourselves. Then friends asked. Then strangers. We started advising people on what to buy, how to install it, how to keep it running. The wreckage turned into a trade.