Here’s what happened yesterday. I was sitting in the living room, surfing on this very computer, when I heard the door open. Someone walked in, said hello, and mentioned that they had forgotten a couple of things. So I helped her carry her 12-string (which I had just finished noodling on) and two balance boards (which I had busted on quite badly the night before) to her car, and she drove away.
Here’s the thing: at no point did I think to grab a heavy bludgeoning implement, or a gun, or a phone to call the police. A year ago (when I lived in an apartment), my ears would stand up if I heard a neighbor opening their door. Now, I’m just so chill with having the door– and the house– open. It struck me about an hour later– I’ve grown accustomed to having people over. They are comfortable, and I’m comfortable. Weird.