Now You See Me, Now You Don’t
We’ve been in our house eight months now. That’s 8 months of living life to the fullest, painting walls, putting up peal and stick wallpaper, installing a fence, mowing the lawn and meeting neighbors. EIGHT months.
However, four days ago (that’s approximately 7 months and 26 days) is when we discovered that the frosted glass in our bathroom window was installed incorrectly and looking from the outside in allows any viewer to see a clear picture of who is inside and whether or not they are dressed, doing their hair, grabbing a towel after a shower, going to the bathroom or merely popping some Tylenol. That means for eight months our lovely neighbors have had the extreme pleasure of seeing our ever move in that sacred space.
I should mention this bathroom is really our only bathroom since the second one is in the basement and I prefer not to bat spider webs away as I’m sitting on the toilet. So, this first floor full bath is used e.v.e.r.y.d.a.y, multiple times a day, so not really a situation of every now and then use. And as the warmer months have approached our neighbors have spent more time outside in their lovely backyard which faces directly toward this window.
I should also mention that we had absolutely no idea this was an issue. From the inside looking out the glass is beyond frosted. You can’t even make out a leaf on a tree let alone a human figure. We were never concerned or prompted to check the accuracy of the frosting from the outside.
Our neighbor approached Jack this past weekend to inform him of the situation and kindly offered to help us put up a blind or shutters. She also told us that the men in her house have been seeing in for a while now and merely go inside whenever we’re in the bathroom. Um…lots of thoughts.
Mortified doesn’t begin to describe how I feel. Violated would be another descriptor. And while we’ve remedied the structural situation with a beautiful white blind, the embarrassment and trauma will take decades of therapy to fix, I am sure.
So, I’ve come to the only realistic decision and that’s simply to sell our house and move…preferably to a remote farmland. Hoping to find a buyer before I have to see the neighbors face to face again.
à la prochaine fois,
anna