A constant source of irritability in the household has been a lack of storage space for all our stuff, a problem unlikely to get better anytime soon.

We have gotten slightly better at managing the spillover, keeping the piles from turning into scattered bits and pieces on the floor (and be we, I mean "not me"). But the biggest problem is almost zero closet space and more possessions than can be crammed into the spots for stowing we do have.

It's the only real complaint I have about the place. We got lucky with where we are; Kirsten found the apartment in about two days after she got the job offer. We're paying less than we would for other comparable places we've seen. We like the neighborhood. We're sharing a four-bedroom house, but we have the basement to ourselves - our own entrance, own kitchen, own bathroom. Even have a washer/dryer. As well, we can go upstairs to the house common area (which happened more before I ran the cable downstairs). The roommates are nice enough, and rarely home. So not too bad, if only we had a closet or less stuff...