Probably I am in a moaning mood today. Have been trying to reach peace of my mind for a while with no success. We just bought 2 bed Victorian mid terrace house. The house hunting process nearly made me ill. We were initially after a 2 bed maisonette, found one, then pulled out (I think pulling out was a mistake but my DH did not like it much anyway), then were outbid from several properties that we loved, and this seemed like the ?last chance? of affordable house in our area. The house itself is OK, quite large and as you say with potential and character, but also needs a lot of work (did not look that bad when the former owners were still there with all the furniture).I am currently doing small redecorations for us to be able to move. I can see that the work there will never end, all bits will have to be redecorated/replaced eventually. I wish we had bought something smaller, less character, less stylish and more affordable, like smaller flat or ex-council house. I think I was a little naïve thinking that when you do things yourself (I am keen learner in DIY), it is going to be cheap, but it is not. Also I thought that if I buy a house, it could be for life, because I hate moving. The problem is I cannot see this house for life, I just hate it and completely don?t want to move in, don?t want to change my postal address or anything to do with it. I just go there in the evenings, do my decorating job and go back home. I was even thinking that we should do minor decoration and sell, even if it will be clearly with the loss. Then agreed with DH that this is not wise and instead arrange to take a lodger to make us more comfortable with money. The only thoughts I keep having is ?we will sell the house as soon as the lodger moves out?. It is like my whole nature says it was a mistake buying it at the first place (somehow it did not look a mistake when we were making an offer?). Even if I assume we will be fine with the money, I just cannot accept the house. Not that something is wrong with it?. it is just probably me?