the basement

Okay so living in the basement is really starting to get to me. Don't get me wrong, I love having the free rent and the family around isn't so bad; but man, it is kind of depressing. We only live in the front part of the house, which would be wonderful but most of our windows are blocked by bushes, rose bushes, or more bushes. I think Sean and I may be very close to hitting the brink. Sean has started to look for a job ranging from anywhere out of Utah Valley to outside the US and I couldn't be more supportive. He will graduate in April and then we will see what happens for the next year. I feel a little weary because I graduate in December; hence, I need to get a real job before he graduates. Who knows what I am really supposed to do, but I wouldn't mind ditching some job if it meant we could live above ground. I'm really not sure how some people in our ward have lived in the same basement for like 8 years. Oh wait, yes I do. They have bright walls (not dark wooded paneling), deep set windows that don't constantly allow dirt in if they are opened, and beautiful decorations instead of 70 year old couches. I suppose this is all part of being poor and married, and maybe we will look back with longing to our days in the basement... but I would take 3 kids and a mortgage in exchange to living in my own personal black hole anyday. I took some pics on my phone, but they aren't worth uploading... and all the online pictures of black holes are suprisingly bright colored. I really do enjoy my life, but keep thinking a change of housing could bring some drastic improvements to my mood.