I am a wee bit claustrophobic.
I have forty-two windows, plus a sky light and two doors that are mostly glass in my home.
My house, which is right at 2,000 square feet, has a lot of windows for its size.
There are also two windows in the storage room, two in the garage and two in my studio.
(My studio is really a tiny extra length to the garage with a wall and a door put up, but when I call it "studio" instead of the "back of the garage", it becomes much more elegant).
My office had two windows, and I was teased about this, because the other offices had one or none.
I don't like doors to rooms closed, either.
Now, I'm okay on an elevator ride. I don't know what I would do if one stalled, however. I might go all cracker dog on you, who knows.
One of my grandfathers was extremely claustrophobic. He made me look like I wanted to live in a hole with the top closed up.
Where I am sitting, right now, I can see out three windows without moving my head.
And that suits me just fine.
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