When I was a young teen, one of our neighbors were a couple of retired musicians. As in, retired from playing at the Boston Symphony Orchestra level of musician. She was a violinist primarily, he was a clarineticist, though both also played other instruments for fun. Some obvious additions (viola, oboe) others not at all (bagpipes!, trombone!). Plus both were damn good pianist. Theirs was the only home I had ever seen that had TWO grand pianos in the living room, and any number of other instruments just casually perched on or against chairs and couches and racks and hung on the walls.
Truly, between just the two of them they would have been an amazing band.
Anyway, they did a lot of traveling, and my first ever job was as “water carrier” while they were away. They had three huge stand alone humidifiers, one in the living room, one in the dining room on the lowest level, and one on the balcony/hallway that ran along besides the top floor bedrooms. (It was a split level house.)
Those things went through water at an unbelievable rate. I made two visits each day, and put at least one three-gallon bucket’s worth of water into each of them at each visit!
The couple kept the house fully heated and airconditioned to a steady 75F, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year whether they were there or not. It was VITAL to the condition of their instruments, they stressed this to me, over and over, even after I’d been caring for them for several years.
There were other instructions, too. “Emergency Instructions.” Who to call if there ever was a power failure that lasted for more than twelve hours. Who to call if I fell ill and couldn’t handle the water delivery. Who to call if the furnace or air conditioner stopped working. (They had ‘arrangements’ with their service providers, basically sizeable bribes to take care of their needs FIRST if something went wrong.) What to do if the house was burglarized or a tree fell on it! On, and on.
Those instruments were their babies.
At the time I didn’t really think about it, but now I shudder to imagine what their utility bills must have been like.
Anyway, the point of all this is that the house was never excessively humid. Despite all those gallons of water daily, it never felt dank or sauna-ish or anything but absolutely comfortable. So, yes, houses (this one was built in 1964) can go through an amazing amount of water.