The house just gives me bad joo-joo.
We have lived here for 18 months and I still hate it. I feel dread every time I come home. None of the furniture fits, but I can’t afford to replace or buy new bits. I don’t have my own bedroom-I sleep in with my youngest dd. I have tried all my usual tricks to make it homely and I just can’t. We rent. It is dark and cramped and although it is in a nice area I just hate it.
Would I be ridiculous looking for somewhere else? It is so stupid, I think I’m the problem, not the house, but surely it should feel like home after 18 months?