I’m not sure about our front door. I don’t trust it for security, for starters – it’s so old that it looks like you could kick it in with ease. Actually, I think I could kick it in, and that’s saying something. I’m just waiting for the day that someone decides to try it. Then there’s the fact that it scrapes against the floor when you open or close it. For something so flimsy-looking, it’s decidedly hard to move.
It’s just that we’ve had it for so long, I can’t imagine having a different door. This one’s seen me through thick and thin, so who am I to abandon it now that it’s getting thin on the functionality? I suppose it probably doesn’t care too much, given that it doesn’t have a nervous system. I should probably just work up the nerve and swap it out.
Gavin reckons we should get an aluminium door. Replacement of such things as doors, I suppose, should be carried on the grounds of improvement, and on that level he’s probably right. An aluminium security door would be just the ticket in some ways. It’s just that I’m accustomed to being greeted by a wooden door when I get home after a long day, and metal seems so much more impersonal.
Okay, yeah. I do have a habit of personifying doors, and I can’t explain why that it is. It’s weird because I’ve never had a problem with aluminium windows. Melbourne houses often incorporate those, though, whereas aluminium hinged doors aren’t as common – at least not in my neck of the woods. I guess it’s a bit more a thing for sliding doors, but people don’t tend to have those out the front. They just don’t have the same ‘gateway’ factor, do they?
Maybe I need to stop being so hung up on the make of my door, and instead focus on the less utilitarian parts of the entryway to my home. The garden path, for instance, could do with a reboot.