I miss my....DOOR?!

So I woke up this morning, and felt the need to talk about something I have quite obviously taken for granted.  

A bedroom door.  Yes, I said a Bedroom door.  

 

I am still currently living at home.  The original bedroom I lived in had a door, but for some reason wouldn't close all the way.  It always stayed slightly cracked open. I was okay with that.  I got used to that.  At least I still had a door.  People could knock before they entered.  You get the point.

Well, I had to leave that wonderful room after we had received endless amounts of rain and my room flooded.  I wasn't going to deal with that again in the chance that more of my belongings were going to get ruined if it happened again.  So I moved into a room upstairs that used to be a home office.  This is not a typical room.  Yes I have a lot of my own belongings in there and definitely my bed, but a lot of my dad's things are in there from his home office.  Okay I've gotten used to that too.  Anyway, back to the main problem:  

This room does NOT have a door at all.

 The first day or two I was in there, I would dress in the bathroom.  That was short lived.  I dug out one of my tapestries and hung it in the doorway.  At least I could change in my own room and even have a little bit of privacy.  Or so I thought.  You can't knock on a tapestry.  My family members will constantly lift back the curtain and look in my room to "see what I am doing."  Well nothing major, but what I am usually doing is getting dressed, changing, having a personal conversation, or sleeping. 

But where is the privacy?!  Gone I tell you, GONE.  I shouldn't have to worry that I am going to get walked in on completely naked, or have people wanting to inquire about what I was talking about on the phone simply because they knew I was on it. 

There are plenty of times when I wake up and people are in my doorway.  It is weird.  Yes they are family members, but it still creeps me out when people are staring at me while I sleep.  All I want is a little more privacy.  I never thought I would find myself missing a door so much AND writing about it, but it has happened.  I miss having a door and I want one back!