I live in a three bedroom Victorian terrace.
I love: Period features and all the little completely superfluous flourishes like a line of decorative bricks above my bay window and my decorative air bricks. There's just no need for them to be so pretty but they are because... Victorians.
I love that I can be a bit mad with decorating. My dining room is art deco. My living room is maximalist William Morris. My kitchen is uber-modern and minimalist. The house can take it in a way a more modern house couldn't.
I love the features like picture rails, coving and mosaic floor. We've put cast iron fireplaces back in and they're gorgoue.
I love that it just works as a house. It feels like it was designed with actual people in mind unlike more modern houses.
I dislike that I don't have a side gate so recycling and bins have to come through the house.
I dislike that my bay window area leaks like a sieve and nothing can be done.
I dislike that I can't get the house above 19C in the winter.
I dislike that I'm attached both sides. I'm lucky with quiet neighbours but one side does very theatrical nose-blowing and the other gets up at 5am for some fucking reason. I hear all of this. But equally, they must hear my dog's insane barking at various times so...
I dislike that I only have a concrete yard that smells of dog piss.
There's no off-road parking. I don't care because I can't drive but neighbours don't seem pleased.
I'd like my next house to be a detached Edwardian with cavity insulation and a small-ish garden.