Weeks ago, when I fully believed the drainage company would easily resolve our basement issue, I let myself imagine what a finished basement might look like.
I had cunning bookcases concealing our support and sewage pipes. The air conditioning duct became an architectural feature. I decided on painted black beams, not a drop ceiling. And a barn door sliding over the bumped-out storage area.
Luckily, I only spent an evening on Pinterest puzzling this all out, because the next day I looked up 'finished' basement codes in my city.
Yeah, no, I will never have a finished basement. Not unless I want to tear holes in the basement walls for larger egress windows and exhaust vents. And God forbid a toilet or any plumbing goes down there; that's another nightmare. And don't tell yourself you can put a bed in a basement. That's another set of laws.
So, after a few hours of fantasy I'm back to a basement for storage and painting. At most maybe some paint, maybe some fabric to divide up the space. That's okay by me.