The Day I Became My Own Real Estate Agent (Without Even Knowing It)Let me take you back to the year 2001. The internet was slow, Nokia phones were king, and the Turkish economy wasāwell, letās say doing somersaults. I was just 23 years old, in İzmir, and full of energy, dreams⦠and, as it turns out, paperwork.I had set my eyes on a house. Not a mansion, not a ruin. Just a modest place I could call...