06/18/2026
Handed keys to a family last week.
Their daughter is the same age as mine. Maybe seven. She was so excited about her new room. Kept asking if she could go see it again.
Her parents were relieved. You could see it. Months of looking. Offers that didn't work out. Finally, this one did.
But their daughter? She was just excited about the room with the window that faces the backyard.
That's the part of this job that stays with me.
Not the commission. Not the closing. The moment when a family walks into a house that's about to become theirs and you can see it click.
This is where their daughter will grow up. Where they'll have birthday parties and holiday dinners. Where they'll build the next chapter.
I get to be part of that. Not the main part. But part of it.
And every time I see a kid run through their new backyard or pick out their new room, I think about my own daughters. About what home means. About why this work matters.
It's not about the transaction. It's about what happens after.