Every time my roommate goes in and out of their room I can hear their door shutting close. Sometimes if my door is not closed all the way it will open slightly when their’s closes, before settling back into the deadbolt. If I do not push it firmly into the deadbolt, my door will open and close all day.
Before I remembered that I wrote the title: Closing Doors. It was meant to represent the ways in which I am trying to reevaluate the relationships that don’t fulfill me or make me shrink. Right after I wrote it and began to type, I heard my roommate’s door close.
I worry the boundaries I set with people, especially those closest to me, will not be respected. I worry that closing a door isn’t sufficient. I worry that when I close a door, it is bound to be open again; by wind and force.