07/13/2026
A love letter to your starter home.
The one that wasn't perfect. The one with the ceiling that was lower than you planned and the kitchen that was smaller than you pictured. The one you painted the wrong color and kept anyway.
The one that taught you what home actually feels like — not the version from the listing photos but the 7am Sunday version. The power outage with candles version. The version that only exists when a place is actually yours.
You were terrified the day you signed. You figured it out inside those walls. And somewhere between the leaky faucet and the first holiday you hosted you stopped counting down to somewhere else and just started being there.
That home exists for you. It's waiting to become a story like this one.
If you're ready to find it — DM me. Let's go find your start.