Of course I expected repairs to be needed along the way after buying a 32 yr old house, though I was utterly unprepared for the frequency with which things can go wrong. But it is the unpredictability of it all that can be soul crushing. E.g. roof starts leaking the night before a road trip. Spending the first half of the Super Bowl in our crawl space working on the furnace, etc

...or maybe just hang it in your garage:

Every time I turn around, there's something new. And most of the time, it's very minor stuff. Maybe it's a chipmunk hole near the foundation. Maybe it's some new wood rot, or some peeling paint. Maybe a towel bar is starting to come loose. Maybe the faucet is dripping. Maybe the toilet is running very slightly.

It's not that it's big stuff; it's just that it never ends.

Now, I like fixing things. I take pride in being able to do it myself most of the time. But there are times when I just need a break.