We are supposed to move into a house we bought cheap and renovated. My husband worked for a year on weekends and after work. I helped when I could, but mostly with the kids. I feel terrible, because I thought u would love it by now, but every time I go in there to see progress, my face drops and my heart sinks. It doesn’t feel like home. It’s hard to picture myself on there. I love my house now and my husband is afraid I’ll be miserable in the new one. Not sure what to do. We have a buyer already, so now it’s too late to back out! Help!