
When you bought your house, images of utilitarian delight danced through your head at the pure, unbridled possibilities presented by the basement. It was your own personal Manifest Destiny (minus the unfair labor practices, but we’ve moved beyond that by now). You were primed to expand your dreams and build a legacy. In fact, you were going to build an in-home bar called “The Legacy.” But as time passed, reality set in, and so too did box after box of stuff accumulated in that once-promising room.