05/21/2026
Last year, my husband and I started house hunting.
We knew most of what we were looking for: some land for a garden and space for our babies to run and play — you know, some free-range kids. A barn for him to tinker in. A slightly bigger house (surprise — we found out we were expecting baby #4 late last summer). Somewhere that wasn’t necessarily “updated,” but a place we could truly make our own.
I wanted a wraparound porch where we could sit and listen to the rain or simply enjoy being outside. A basement was one of the big-ticket items for us. I dreamed of a two-story home, while my husband wasn’t quite convinced. And there were so many other little things on our list too.
For years, we thought we knew exactly what area we wanted to live in, but after my husband changed jobs, our search changed too. We started looking in an area where houses rarely come up for sale — and when they do, they’re gone fast.
Then somehow, three houses popped up around the same time.
One of them was a house my husband had sent me three different times. And all three times, I told him, “I don’t like that house.” There was just something about it. I didn’t love it.
Still, I scheduled a showing for the end of the day while we were already out looking at the other two homes. My husband said, “We’re already going to be out there — why not just look?” Fair point.
The day of the showings, the kids stayed with a friend, and it was just the two of us. The first two houses were a bust. They didn’t check the boxes. They didn’t give us that “this is OUR home” feeling.
Then we pulled into the driveway of the house I didn’t even want to see.
I looked at my husband and said, “I have a feeling this is going to be the house. We’re going to walk in, and I’m going to fall in love.”
And I did.
There was just something about it that I couldn’t explain. I’ve had clients experience that exact feeling while touring homes, and now I was feeling it myself. I knew this was the house that was meant to become our home.
We scheduled a second showing so we could bring the kids — and my dad — to see it too. While my dad and I stood in one of the bedrooms talking, my husband took the kids outside to walk the property.
And when I tell you that truly sealed the feeling of “this is OUR home” — seeing them outside, running and playing in the yard — it was everything. It was one of those moments I had only ever heard clients describe before.
So we decided to put in an offer.
We were told another offer was coming in at the same time, but we felt confident. We had a strong offer, and I truly believed we would get the house.
But we didn’t.
The sellers accepted the other offer, and I felt completely devastated. I kept reminding myself that everything happens for a reason. Maybe the house I didn’t even want to see wasn’t actually meant to become our home.
But it was.
Just two days later, the other offer fell through. The agent called me back, and the second I saw her name pop up on my phone, I knew it was still meant to be.
Buying a home is so much more than square footage, paint colors, or checking boxes off a list. It’s the waiting, the uncertainty, the excitement, the disappointment, and the moments where you walk in and just know.
Last year, I got to experience every part of that journey firsthand — not as the agent, but as the buyer. And it gave me an even deeper understanding of what my clients are feeling through every showing, every offer, every setback, and every win.
So when you work with me, you’re getting someone who truly gets it. Someone who will celebrate the exciting moments with you, fight for you in the hard moments, and never forget that this isn’t just a transaction — it’s your future home.
