My basement is the bane of my existence. Granted, I wouldn't want to be without a storage area. But, the unfinished nature of this space means that it becomes a dumping ground. It is where everything is put when it doesn't have a place. Or when I am not ready to deal with it. Or when I'm done with it, but can't get rid of it...yet. It is a graveyard for memories and memorabilia. I can't decide if it's nickname, "The Dungeon," comes from the feeling of being imprisoned by its paraphernalia or because most of the things in it have been in some way banished.