I live in my parents’ basement. I know this is actually quite common–graduating from college combined with uncertainty about the future equals moving back in with Mom and Dad for a bit. Back into your childhood bedroom, or maybe the guest room.
Except that I’m not living with Mom and Dad, I’m living with Mom and (step-)Mom. So is my little brother (age 23) and my little sister (age 3). And they’ve taken all the spare rooms, so I sleep in the laundry room, with sheets for walls. Right next to the coal shoot. Like this:
I call it my shame-ber, but it’s actually kind of charming. And this is what I see at night before I fall asleep: