My first wife was pregnant, and we lived a pretty modest lifestyle in a portion of a house owned by a woman about the age I am now. We'd moved into Vancouver from a cottage on a farm in Richmond. We were cooking our own meals at home, usually. Sometimes a couple of friends would drop over and we'd make music with guitars & other stringed instruments.
By the time our daughter was born ( I was 251/2), we'd moved to the general region I live in now. We were making friends, so there were often get-togethers, with adults & young kids. There was lots of homemade food, conversation, joking & music. Adults planned their gardens & construction projects, and chewed-over their financial challenges. It was a good life.