Who has keys to your house?
It’s never been something I gave much thought to, because since college, we’ve lived far enough away from family that it was kind of a moot point. We would never be out of the house if we were expecting one of our parents, etc., to visit, and when there’s a 6-hour drive separating us, it’s usually a safe bet that they won’t make the trip without at least a quick warning call from the road.
When we would go on vacation, we would find someone to look in on the cat, but it was a case of dropping off the keys before we left, and then picking them up upon return – no “giving,” just “handing.” There was never a real reason for someone to have permanent copies of our housekeys, as far as we could figure.
Hell, I didn’t own copies of my own keys in our last house, or until about a year ago in this house. We simply never bothered to lock the doors, unless we were going to be away for more than a few days, and then I’d be traveling with Willem so I’d just trust that he’d have his keys. I know, bad security, dangerous, living on the edge… but we seem to have survived it so far, and I’m of the opinion that if someone wants in badly enough, they’ll find a way regardless of locks and keys. When we move again, we’ll lock it, because we’re moving to a busy, unfamiliar neighborhood and it seems like the safe, grown-up sort of thing to do.
But, the keys. Who else gets them? Here, if we did lock the house, my dad and my friend L would each have needed their own sets, because they lived here and because even after they moved out they needed to know that the door was always, literally, open to them. But at the next place, we’ll have space for brief visitors but no guest room.
The landlord – who apparently drenches herself in Awesome every morning and I’m already mentally constructing her Best Landlord Ever shrine – handed over four sets of keys on Wednesday, and Willem and I have attached ours to our key rings. I’ve handed a set over to Gretchen, because out of the population of the world, she is someone whose unexpected presence on my couch would be particularly nonupsetting. But, using that criterion, I’d have to hand keys out to my sisters, Jenny and Carolyn, and a handful of other friends and relatives, and I don’t see us buying a couch quite that big. L will also get a set, because she still needs to be able to escape even when life is safer or more predictable.
So I’ve figured out these four sets of keys, and can take a while before deciding who else. Happily, I do have some very clear no’s already figured out…