My bedroom has four bedrooms upstairs. I have one. My sister has one. We share a bathroom. My parents have the master suite. And one bedroom is the office/lounge. I spend about an hour in there every evening doing homework. I don’t want to pollute my bedroom with school stuff.
The downstairs has a kitchen that’s usually stocked with food, a living room with seating for all of us for a weekly movie night that my dad mandates (he chooses the WORST movies), a dining room in which we have at least three family dinners and three family breakfasts a week, and an attached garage full of mystery dad-shit.
We live down a very long driveway and have no neighbors. It’s a 6-minute walk to the end of the driveway where Megan and I catch our school bus.