I find this a difficult topic to bring up with family and friends. To everyone else I would look selfish and ridiculous as objectively its a "good" house. But I really just hate our new house so much. I wish I could go back in time and never agree to move here. I don't even think I can call it new as we've been here nearly 3 years. I've tried to make it home but there are things about the physical house that I just cannot feel contented with. I feel trapped, sad and regretful. Every day I have to come home to this place I feel my heart sink. The hardest thing is that it is ruining the memories i'm making with our DC. I feel like I can't enjoy these early years because I'm so fixated on our house not being the home I imagined, and that we actually already had before we stupidly moved here. I just hate it so much and can't see a way out. Even more ridiculous is that I feel guilty for my DC for thinking this way. It is their home and no doubt they will have loads of lovely happy memories from here but I just feel so negatively about it all the time. The obvious solution is to move but the actual hassle of this and hoping not to get it "wrong" again has me stuck in this state. I know I'm lucky to have a house but I can't shake this awful feeling, it's making me so angry and negative, I actually hate waking up here.