You know, the one that says Barbara Rogers slept here...
I used to live in a one bedroom basement apartment on this corner.
There was one wall of the living/dining area completely glassed, thus giving a private view of the patio and mountains and making it a sweet place to live. (I sneaked these pictures on a sunny day, but since there were cars in the driveway, I knew the people were at home, so I was in and out fast.)
There were strange set-ups, like my having a full laundry in my kitchen area, and the upstairs people having a stacked washer/drier downstairs tucked into a closet on my level. I also had a zillion cabinets and counters, because the space had been designed for a workshop at one point. The main difficulty I had was sleeping next to the furnace/air conditioner (in my closet) which was managed by an upstairs thermostat.
I gave up control of my life only so far when I retired. Fortunately one of the upstairs families preferred not to use the air conditioner/furnace much, and I had a small window unit to combat the dampness in a basement...as well as a portable heater.