I have been living in my parent's basement since the end of May 2010. Can I just say, this is not the most comfortable nor pleasant of living arrangements? Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for a place to live and I know it's not the best of worlds for my parents or siblings either. And we all try to deal with the situation.
Today, I tried once more to move things around in the room we call the Rumpus Room. It is the room where the kids go to make a rumpus I guess. It is also supposed to be my kitchen, dining and living room. Now this room is not a small room, but it is also not really large enough to fulfill all of those requirements. And it also has become a storage area for some things that have been kicked out of bedrooms and what not. What I'm getting at is, it's crowded. So occasionally I spend my day moving things around in attempt to make something work. Today was one of those days. I'm still trying to decide if my attempt did much to improve things. I think mostly what I did was make more room to play for the kids. Not my primary objective, but I suppose it's something. Maybe next time, I'll be able to use the dining table... maybe.
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Is it okay if I ask why you're in your parents basement? If that question is too nosy, feel free to ignore it. I hope all is going well with you!
We are here because Aaron is going to school and unemployed, so we needed to save on rent.
Aw bummer! I hope finances look up for you soon!
Oh... cute profile picture too!
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