09/14/2026
When I think back to when this career first piqued my interest, it was probably around the time this photo was taken. Most people find real estate, but I watched it from the back seat of a stranger's car.
Growing up, we moved around a lot. Every two years, to be (kind of) exact.
As a kid, I found myself cruising town in the back seat of our agent’s car, watching for the ‘for sale’ signs at what could be my family’s next move.
Driving between houses, I listened to my parents discuss quietly, “Could this one work?”
At the time, I was too young to follow the terms. But I was not too young to feel the energy. The excitement of what each house would showcase. Would it be a surprise swing set in the backyard? A larger bedroom than my current one, where I could host mega sleepovers?
Some days it was hope. Some days it was exhaustion. But occasionally it was relief.
Some decades later (I’ll leave that exact number to your imagination), I have that same back seat behind me, and someone else's family in it.
I know what they are actually asking when they ask about the commute, or the kitchen, or the busyness of the street. They are asking whether their life fits here. Whether their kids can ride their bikes out front. Whether this will be the place they host the next 2 to 20 Christmases.
Anyone can find you a house. The magic is knowing which ones can become a home.
