In 2010, my husband and I bought a house. It’s a sort-of-famous house, built by Poet Laureate Randall Jarrell and his wife back in the late 1950s. We fell in love with the house at first sight, but the hate has grown strong and steady over time as we tackle the long, long list of renovations and repairs. I have been keeping a blog. We’re way beyond buyer’s remorse, guys.