All this week there have been strange men running around the apartment complex doing handy work. I thought there was just a bunch of broken stuff that needed fixed, turns out, we’re all getting new windows!
Now, I am super excited about getting new windows. My current ones don’t keep the heat in during winter and are a little drafty. New windows should solve that problem.
So I’ve moved all my furniture away from the current windows, cleaned up the apartment a little bit and took down my curtains. Woohoo!
The only problem with the new windows? Strange men will be in my apartment installing them. MY Apartment. The tiny little corner of Albany and the world where I can just be alone. I love having visitors, that is awesome. But I really don’t like strangers in my home. Yes, I said it: home. I have grown to love this sixth floor space where all my things are. Its cute and perfect… when its clean.
Not to mention some of these dudes are a little shady. I’m sure they are nice fellows in real life, but I heard them saying some not so nice things (this is where you insert a crude joke that even I would balk at). I guess it was boys being boys… but still. It was awkward. One of the fellows is quite nice and while we were on the elevator together (I’m trying to get over my fear) he explained how you take an old window out and put a new one in. Fascinating!
But I digress. Do you ever feel weird about strangers invading your home? Even if it’s for a good reason, like new windows? Or am I just being a weirdo?