12/31/2025
2025 was full. Heavy in places. Loud. Meaningful.
Here are my numbers:
I helped 8️⃣ first time buyers buy their first homes.
9️⃣0️⃣ percent of my buyers had their closing costs paid by sellers.
0️⃣ of my buyers paid me a commission.
I worked across the entire spectrum, sometimes all at once. Starter homes, dream homes, farms, vacation places, everything in between.
That range matters to me. It always has.
9️⃣ first time sellers trusted me with their first big goodbye. 5️⃣ of those were relocations out of Washington, including 2️⃣ that took families overseas.
3️⃣ families relocated into Washington, all q***r families building a life that feels safer and more aligned.
2️⃣ vacation homes found their people, including Terry and her family, who finally found a place to honor her father’s memory.
Gwynne made a dream come true.
The Spanglers found their dream farm.
Lydia & Robin retired to the PNW after 20 years in the CA desert.
This year also held loss.
I lost 2️⃣ clients in the deepest sense of the word.
One I worked with for years. I will always carry the weight of not being able to make her father’s dying wish come true before she joined him.
Another I knew too briefly, but whose impact on my career and perspective will last far longer than our time together.
Real estate is about houses, but it is also about grief, timing, and the things that cannot be fixed with good negotiation.
I watched Marc fight for his real estate license and fall in love with a career I adore. Working with the man I helped raise right by my side alone would have made the year worth it.
There were 💯 of hours commuting.
1️⃣7️⃣ inspections with Matt Main.
9️⃣ sale preps with Michelle, Quinton, & Mags.
9️⃣ photo shoots with Philip & his Rosemallow Studios.
1️⃣2️⃣ months of Kaja quietly keeping everything moving, catching what could have fallen, and making things happen behind the scenes.
Sian, Ali, Jillian, Melissa, and Lauren backing me up on showings more times than I can count.
7️⃣ lenders that were not Megan Wendtland. That sentence alone deserves a moment of silence.
3️⃣6️⃣5️⃣ days of Ashley steadfastly supporting our family while I support others’.
My name is on the sign, but it is those folx that keep me going.
This career asks a lot. It takes time, patience, emotional labor, flexibility, grief tolerance, and a willingness to care deeply while still staying sharp.
It gives back in a thousand small ways. Keys handed over. Tears in driveways. Texts that say “we’re home.” Messages months later that say “we’re still so happy here.”
I closed 2️⃣5️⃣ homes for $11,808,950 in volume. My listings sold at an average of 100.19% of asking in a market averaging 99.06%.
I worked from $100K to $1.45M price points, sometimes all at once. That range is intentional: I love what I do and the people I do it for, regardless of their budget.
As the year closes, I have 4️⃣ homes in escrow. 2️⃣ selling, including a first time seller. 2️⃣ buying, both first time buyers.
1️⃣ kick ass Victorian is on the market, waiting for the right person to fall in love with it.
I am currently working with 4️⃣ first time buyers getting pre approved, including 3️⃣ q***r families, with 1️⃣ relocating from Colorado.
The work keeps coming.
Quietly.
Steadily.
Organically, without any advertising. Just people trusting me to be me.
I end 2025 with deep gratitude. For the people who trusted me. For the families who chose me. For the colleagues who made the work better. For the life this career allows me to build, protect, and love.
May the chapter that is 2025 close gently, officially, and the one that is 2026 give us everything we needed, wanted, and appreciated in 2025.
