28/11/2025
Well… it happened. We hit 100 sales for 2025.
Still feels surreal typing that out.
And if I ever pictured what celebrating it would look like…
it definitely wasn’t this.
Being carried across the office like a human battering ram.
Real estate is a weird industry.
But yeah.
We did it.
Triple digits.
And the truth is…
this one means something.
Because it didn’t start here.
It started 15 years ago with a combover, a goatee
and a delusional 19-year-old from the country trying to sell houses in Laverton.
A beaten-up 1995 Ford Fairmont.
Oversized suits that could’ve fit two of me.
Doorknocking.
Getting chased down the street.
Meanwhile I’m thinking “yep… this is adulthood”.
Innocence really is bliss.
There were years of rejection.
Years of “shouldn’t you still be in primary school?”
Years of seven-day weeks for $23k.
Years of deciding I was quitting. Weekly.
Real estate is far from the hardest job in the world.
It’s just one of those careers where you plant seeds for years
before anything decides to grow.
So yeah…
hitting 100?
It hits different.
Apparently only 0.5 percent of agents ever achieve it.
Wild considering I only stayed because I had no degree and no Plan B.
But here’s the part that actually matters:
I didn’t get here alone.
Tegan has basically been co-parenting this whole operation with me.
She’s the backbone.
The brain.
The adult supervision.
She keeps the team together, the business together
and on most days.. me together.
This doesn’t happen without her.
Ollie slotted in like he walked onto the set of a show he was born to be in.
Energy.
Laughs.
Chaos.
And the kind of optimism I vaguely remember having at his age.
Sam is one month in and already terrifyingly good.
Buyers adore him.
Half the office is trying to marry him.
At this point I’m considering adding
“must have a moustache”
to the job description.
But jokes aside, I’m genuinely grateful.
So to everyone who’s been part of this journey,
you know who you are.
Thank you 🫶🏼
