I know. Holiday home. No doubt you're thinking "hah! I should be so lucky etc". But DH and I bought it at a time in our lives when we were very secure financially, and we believed that we would retire there. We live overseas, and this was to be our European base.
Fast Forward 6 years. DH was made redundant 3 years ago, and set up his own business with 3 colleagues. Then the global economy imploded and it took so much longer than anticipated to get the business up and running. We decided to wait out the financial crisis with the business, and use our pot of savings to cushion us, and finance the business. Except the financial crisis has continued, we can't get a business loan, we can barely pay our mortgage (we have negative equity so can't sell), and every month it's a struggle (but seriously) to pay our bills. Savings are gone, pension funds attacked, downgraded the car, no more restaurants, new clothes etc. We rented out the holiday home so it could pay its way, but now, the bills are just too much. It has to go.
It makes financial sense to sell it. I can see that. I've re-read the above, and I know what I have to do. But it breaks my heart. I've been overseas for years, but this place was home for me. Can you fall in love with a house? I did.
Help me rationalise this decision so that I can start accepting it without snivelling. It's what I need to do. I just need a bit of moral fibre/backbone/shoulder straightening. Tell me to get a grip.