Way back in March 2011 my parents approached Cam & I and asked if we'd actually move into the basement of their home if they bought a new one. This was both a big surprise and a wonderful blessing. A surprise cause it was always the running joke that we'd live with them. And a blessing because we wanted a yard for Cam to garden, cheaper rent and more space.
I got super excited when we started looking and even more excited when we found, "the one". We moved in July 1st, 2011 and things were fantastic. Then I found myself defending our home to those that asked where we lived. I said that, "the market is so expensive we can't get a place", or "the rent is cheaper and we need to live somewhere so we might as well."
It was as though I was ashamed of the fact that we weren't in our own home and that we had to live with my parents, that we had no choice. That it somehow made us less successful people since many friends of ours owned property. I look back and I'm ashamed that I thought that way.
We chose to live in my parents basement because yes, it's helping us save for the home we want. An actual house that's unattached, with a yard for a play set, large dog and my husbands gardening.
But that's not the only reason, having coffee on the deck with my mom in the morning is such a treat. Being able to walk up a flight of steps to spend time with my dad and ask him questions about his work is the best! It's moments like those that help me grow in my relationship with them. My mom when she was 42 lost both her mother and father. Therefore, my time spent with my parents, even if it's living in their basement is valuable and important to me. My kids will have their Omy and Papa around much more often than if we were a drive away. That'll be very special when the time comes.
So yes, I live in a basement suite in my parents house and it's AWESOME! And I'm sure when Cam & I buy our home, we'll miss this suite and my parents very much.
Blessings,
N.
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