When I was very young I was at a neighbor’s place and had to use their bathroom. What happened next haunts me to this day. As I tried to open the pocket door, I discovered it had other plans for me. I was trapped. Being so young I didn’t really know what to do so I screamed and screamed hoping my mom, who was two houses away, would hear me and rescue me. After what felt like forever, someone heard my screams and broke me out of the death trap. I’m pretty sure I never closed that door all the way again.
So imagine the flashbacks I had when I moved into my new apartment to find another bathroom with a pocket door! Luckily for me, one of the best things about living alone is never having to close doors. If you’re planning to visit, consider yourself warned.