When I was in college, living at home, I had a section of the basement in the family house (in Columbus, Ohio) to myself. I eventually moved out, first to Tidewater Virginia and then to Greenville, North Carolina. In both those environs, I discovered, houses rarely have basements. (There are excellent reasons for that.)
For about ten years I was a bachelor living in a couple of two-bedroom apartments (first in Newport News, then in Greenville). In both cases I turned the bigger bedroom into a workshop and slept in the smaller one. After I got married and my wife and two stepkids moved into a house, I made do with a small spare bedroom. For a while my workbench was a sheet of plywood laid on top of a twin bed, and had to be removable when we had guests.
Then, in 2001, my mother passed away (Dad had gone ten years earlier) and we inherited some money. My dear, dear wife insisted that a substantial chunk of it go to a permanent workshop. (I insisted that another substantial chunk go to a down payment on a new car for her.) I bought a prefabricated wood building, ten feet by twenty feet; I won't soon forget the day it was delivered and plopped down in a corner of the back yard. It has full wiring (with its own circuit breaker panel), heating, and air conditioning. Now all my tools can stay set up all the time, and I can make as much of a mess as I like and clean it up when I feel like it. The shop even has a small stereo system, so I can listen to music and audio books while I work on models. There's a small fishpond just outside, where the frogs provide their own sound effects on summer nights like tonight. Everybody should have a wife like mine. And the answer to the obvious question is - about $7,000. She freely admits that it was worth it to get all that smelly, noisy junk out of the house.
Youth, talent, hard work, and enthusiasm are no match for old age and treachery.