I have a detached house in the overpopulated city where I live. I also own a small detached house near the beach, which I want to sell so I can buy something smaller on an island with no tourists (I dream). I pay taxes on these properties every year, along with an additional "property wealth tax" that feels really unfair. I am not wealthy—I can barely afford to keep them.
I spent the first 17 years of my life in a detached stone house among the ruins of ancient Sparta. For the last 30 years, I have been living in Athens or its suburbs (I’m 47). I haven’t visited Sparta in two years now. That house is large—244 square meters (2,626.39 square feet)—and sits on a big plot of land.
I feel guilty about selling it. The price isn’t what I think it’s worth, but it’s not like they’re stealing it from me either—it's somewhere in between. But it's not the price that worries me.
Selling the house where I grew up feels like cutting off my roots. I know I can’t afford to maintain it, especially if I’m not visiting, but just knowing it was there gave me some comfort.
Today, I received an offer from a buyer—not exactly what I was asking for, but not too far off either. I can’t keep all three properties, and I feel guilty about selling the house where I lived until I was 17. But I can’t turn it into a museum… "This is the house where Kon grew up."
It’s sad, but I have to move on.
Have you ever been through something similar?