Thanks to my renovation I have had to give away keys to my apartment. Okay, I had no choice, workers need to get in when they need to. But I couldn't even imagine how anxious I would feel about it. People coming and going in my private zone, without me controlling it.
For me my home is castle of solitude, safe haven and the most private place on earth. The one place were I can control everything. Not like I'm control freak or anything... When that privacy is compromised it makes me cranky AF.
In this case, family is the worst I'm afraid. I'm the most solitude person in my family. I like to keep things to my self, and I enjoy my own company. That's kinda fucked up situation when your family is full social overload. Even when I live in totally different city, they come and go as they please. And nobody ever bother to call me or give any kind of heads up.