I mentioned that my husband is eager to buy a house. Much of that eagerness comes from the fact that we are currently living in his parents’ basement. This isn’t the classic deadbeat-adult-son-living-in-his-parents’-basement scenario. This is the attorney-and-his-wife-and-three-kids-living-in-the-parents’-basement version. (Update: We have four kids now.)
It’s not as bad is it sounds, though (and that says a lot coming from the daughter-in-law).
The basement is really almost its own apartment. We have our own entrance, kitchen, bathroom, living room, and two bedrooms. The upstairs and downstairs share laundry facilities, and some storage, so there is cross-traffic, but his parents knock before coming down and we knock before going up.
Now it’s nothing pretty. The floors are cement with a motley assortment of secondhand rugs. The walls are concrete or unfinished drywall. There aren’t closets, so our storage (and we’ve got lots) is out in the open. Every candid photo I take of my kids has a cluttered background even when the house is “clean.”
But, the price is right. After all, I’ve said many times that “free” is my favorite price.
The other downside is that the house is an hour from the office. Right now we spend about $500 per month in gas, but considering we don’t have any rent or utility bills, it comes with free babysitting (we are careful not to abuse this though), an enormous garden, and other perks, it is well-worth the expense.
In the year that we have lived in the basement, we have yet to have a conflict or disagreement with his parents. They are good, practical, generous people. We feel very blessed by their kindness and sacrifice. Our relationship has only improved since moving in.