Bill did an extraordinary job this past weekend unpacking the basement. And now every single box is unpacked and the contents are put away (or stored somewhere permanent -- such as the holiday decorations in the back room) and I'm finally feeling like we're settled.
If only the basement weren't so creepy.
Part of it's the lack of natural light. Part of it's the unfinished floors (some kind of cement with parts epoxied to a shine). Part of it's the drop ceilings and acoustical tiles. Part of it is just the feeling that it belongs to a different house -- not our grand old manor.
Still, it's unpacked. And that's no small feat.
So let's go on a photo tour, shall we? (Just for your reference, we're going to be turning right at the bottom of the stairs and working our way counter-clockwise around the room.)
I don't anticipate spending a lot of time in the Basement of Doom, but I think it will be a great place for the kids to hang out as they grow up. If we can get the TV and associated systems working, I might be talked into watching the occasional movie down there. Otherwise, it will just function as a big hallway for me to get back and forth from the laundry room.