Summer has sped away down a dusty road, leaving my hopes for a sultry, golden tan in the rearview. Eugene had exorbitantly hot weather this summer, the fires started in California and I saw a tractor mowing dirt. On bad days, I wonder how long it’ll take for our species to devolve into a Tank Girl/ Idiocracy existence. On good days, I believe we are getting our act together and things are going to get better. This is how I came to end my days sitting on the fence watching the show.
I need to preface my thought process. Politics for me are interesting but I have a finite attention span, as I do for most things that I cannot touch. I was once called tactile in a museum, I prefer kinesthetically motivated. Anyway. Politics would be much more engaging if I had a personal connection and not the pussy grabbing kind (funny timing on the release of that sound bite). Engaging in this election was meh. I’d get around to it.
My first chance to vote for president was Bill Clinton, the second term. My black and white held staunch lines, I was not comfortable in the grey. Then Monica, the dress, the cigar and WTF first lady?! You are going to take that? I felt for Hillary and Chelsea. I felt for Monica. And Bill. It sucked, haha. But really, it was so nationally embarrassing. I am sure in other parts of the world it really was not a big deal to have an affair. We are still puritanical in some ridiculous ways. How could such a brilliant woman stay with such a slime ball? I was indignant. No grey yet. No understanding that marriage is complicated and different for each couple. How could a self-respecting woman allow herself to be treated this way? How could she tolerate him and the press? She was a warrior. She was a shero.
Then we went through the bushes. And I missed the old days, the accent, the policies. I missed what we had. The intelligence, the ease and comfort. The balanced budget. I was nostalgic for acumen.
Fast forward twenty years. I am driving to a golf tournament, this time hosting a hole. Still not engaging in the election. KLCC, the local NPR station is playing a Hillary speech on what exactly I cannot remember, but it felt important. And listening to her talk I jumped off my piece of the fence. I leapt into the mix, I engaged. Vote for Hillary! Except my motivation for her being the first woman was not as compelling as it was last time around. Something changed and I think it was the Obama. His pedestal is high. I know that no person is perfect and mistakes were made but we had it good. Now, we must move forward and this new chapter is all about Hillary.
I signed up on her website to volunteer when I got home, but all I get are donation emails. So I try to talk to people about voting for her and many people distrust her. Why is this? I hear it is because she lied and is linked to corruption, Benghazi, the email server. And it makes me wonder. Is she really another lying politician or is she a female, lying politician beating the old boys at their game and they don’t like it? Could the main issue be that she is a woman?
Hillary is brilliant. Experienced. Well read. Well traveled. Consistent in fighting for minorities and against -isms. Does it really come to the fact that she has a vagina? And honestly I think it does. This makes me want to campaign harder for her. V power. She is also a lifetime politician.
There are over 7 billion humans on Earth. 6 billion of us live in PEACE. 1 billion do not. I propose that the 6 billion of us stop watching, listening, giving any attention to the 1 billion that are doing their best to bring us down. Let’s take that high road together and remember our power. Let’s not give it away or let it be stolen. Let’s VOTE!
Life is now every shade of grey. And it is beautiful. Maybe this happens with age or having a child or falling in love with a woman or letting go of everything I was supposed to want. This grey opens my heart to the rest of the world. When we grip so tightly to our safety and security, our hands cannot hold any more and we miss out. Let’s not give our fear control of our future, lets turn our faces towards what we do want and not look back.
It’s true and I know you have met them, maybe you are one of them. It could be temperament, you’re just born inexcusably unable to be pleased. Or maybe you’re conditioned through the factors of sheer existence. Life has worn all your joy away. Some people just want to wear a frown and pee on everybody’s parade.
Writing people off as crazy or finding some other mental flaw can take some of the frustration off but I feel this is not the way. If we are to deal with these people with loving kindness how do we come to terms with the fact that you can’t ever win, by doing enough, bending enough, being enough? How do I not take it personal when I have done my personal best and the feedback is my best sucks?
Well, I like to do two things. And it takes practice. I am currently practicing really, really hard. First, notice and remember there is god in there. I have had my personal struggles with the term god. I am much more spiritual than religious and being so, subscribe to a belief in the Great Spirit that we all share. But to speak a language and word that many people can relate to I use god. Part of my practice then is to look for god in the dismal person. I often find the presence in their teeth. Weird, I know. But we all share teeth, at some point we have all had them. The hardest of cases when the teeth don’t cut it, I find god in something that I also have like frizzy hair. This practice is hard in the heat of the moment. Angry, hurt, underlying fear bubbles, sometimes much more than bubbles to the base of my neck. You know how it feels. Finding something that we share takes away the separatness of them and me.
The second part of my practice, remember they are suffering. Their suffering is deep and constant and what a terrible way to be. No one wants to suffer, ever. We are all trying our best to NOT suffer. Even when the person is getting exactly what they desire the most, they are suffering. Therein lies the negative feedback loop of getting your way but it is not enough. This is like the ray of sunshine on the fact that stuff won’t fix or fill this hole that the sufferer carries. This is also difficult to deal with in the moment.
Try this Metta Meditation. Start small with yourself, May I be happy. May I be well. May I be safe. May I be peaceful and at ease. Then radiate it out to loved ones, strangers, strangers suffering and eventually get to this person that can never be pleased. And Ha! by this point it is not about winning or making people happy. You have put forth your good and that is your job. Put happiness and good into the world. Sounds easy, but I know you know it is not. May all beings be happy and free of suffering.
I know, it’s kinda cheesy and terribly overdue. It’s so true though. You gotta believe in Belize. It’s your next trip.
Using trip instead of vacation evokes a sense of adventure. Sure, you may relax a couple hours on a beach but a trip for me usually involves walking, a lot of walking. On adventures, you use your body and mind. It is taxing and rewarding and when the day is over you’re tired. A party may still unfold and those couple hours on the beach the next day allows vacation laze.
We took a trip. And when I say we, I am speaking of my very own Huma Abedin. Trusted intern turn advisor. Also known as my super great girlfriend. And holy cow, Hillary is a lesbian?!?! Hmm.. I see it. Yes, this makes me much less angry about Bill being a cad. Google it.
So, Huma and I planned to go to only countries that start with “B”. Well I just thought of that, but it could be a fun way to pick destinations. We actually picked it because we went to Spain a couple summers ago and LOVED it, while on the flight home we started planning our next adventure. We both wanted to go to Central America but neither of us speak spanish. I made the vow to learn the language but found a work around for my own vow. BELIZE. They speak english and a bunch of other languages, but this time looking for food without meat would be much easier.
Huma used her flyer miles and we actually flew to Belize for a ridiculously affordable amount. Woot! It was a relatively great round trip flight. We have flown often to Hawaii and it’s like that. But cheaper. And the people like you more. Born and raised in Hawaii, my sensibilities for Hawaii may be skewed. Side note: I was born in the same hospital as President Obama. Lame claim to fame, but FYI for all your birthers.
We planned to bus around the country but while at the Belize City airport rented a car. Good choice! We drove all around the country, which was what we did in Spain but Belize is much smaller. Our plan was to AirBnB for two days in multiple locations. Most of our accommodations were operated by expats and we stayed in a hostel. All fab.
First night we stayed in Belize City. You can skip it. Although, Altun Ha was a pretty sweet first ruin visit. Then we went to St. Ignacio and stayed at Maya Mountain Resort. Loved it! Took an all day guided tour to Caracol had the best guide, Viktor Gamez. Get a guide. The money helps the local economy and guides are knowledgable of the area and history. Money well spent. Get a guide. We also took another guided tour to ATM. We hiked a half mile up an underground cave, traversing through a river and pitch blackness to Mayan ritual sites. Crazy amazing! Our wonderful guide told us that ATM will close in the net five years. You should go now. Belize ATM This is the company we used and I cannot recommend it enough.
After St. Ignacio, we went to Hopkins. A small coastal town, relaxed, pretty and walkable. We didn’t drive around much. Went on an intense hike in Cockscomb Basin Wildlife Sanctuary (Lonely Planet) the first jaguar refuge, swam in two waterfalls with tiny fish that nibbled on dead skin. (I must tell you one thing about Belize, they do the opposite of exaggerate. The moderate hike made me sweat harder than an Insanity workout and the mild hot sauce burned my tongue off.) Huma saw a wild tarantula. Hilarious sound came out of her mouth as she agitated the spider hole, we still laugh about it.
From Hopkins, we ferried to San Pedro. Total party town. There was no need to stay two nights. We stayed in a hostel, met really cool people and learned the best drinking game ever. After San Pedro, we ferried to Caye Caulker. Caye Caulker is paradise. Absolutely. Our time there was great. You should go. Like now. Caye Caulker has three sand streets and most people walk or ride bikes. At night the crabs come out and I actually ran one over while on my bike. The crab and I locked eyes and I couldn’t stop. Huma says it kept running. I started screaming and the local police rolled up on their golf cart asking what happened. Through my rolling laughter I explained I hit a crab and they pulled away, slowly, you know golf cart style. Belize has the second largest barrier reef in the world and we took a guided tour to snorkel around. I even touched a shark. For real, I jumped in first all excited, put my hand out to touch them (many swimming around) then my innate self-preservation kicked in, I pulled my hand back then immediately started thinking the sharks could pick up my sense of fear. I ended up touching them and feeling bad later because I am not really sure if it was the right thing to do. But cross that off my list. Although, my Huma wants to dive with Great Whites for her next b-day. Hmmm.
Overall, the people of Belize bring the nice out. There was no underlying resentment about tourists being there. The people were proud and happy to share their world. It seemed the whole country was for sale and Guatemala is encroaching on Belize country lines. Our money is double and Belize promotes a respect for the natural world. There is a rich history and the ruins are breathtaking and interesting. I learned so much about the country. I even had a tick! Money well spent. You should go. Soon.
Here we are. Autumn. Pumpkins. Halloween.
My favorite of all, Halloween. Free candy, dressing up, parties. Halloween has been a favorite of mine since childhood. And somehow I have overlooked for much too long the greatness of a wig. Not any more. Wigs are now front and center for my decorating and frightening. Let me explain.
I have had a rough couple of years trying to carve and paint my pumpkins. This year I had an idea. Just put a wig on the pumpkin and call it good. I loved this idea, so we headed to Goodwill. There was a large container of used wigs just waiting to have another life. And looking at these wigs I was hit with the sheer awesomeness of a wig. I can wear them, duh, decorate my pumpkins with them, and scare the daylights out of my family.
Now if your family is anything like mine, frightening each other is a game that holds an odd delight. The wig is a superb scaring device. You can leave them hidden in surprising place like the shower or in the bed. You can attach a string to them and move them slowly across the floor like an odd animal. Our brains want to categorize everything and when we don’t expect a wig because they are so amorphous, we have a momentary delay in recognition. And this is how a wig is such a great tool. The swiss army knife of Halloween decorations. Buy a few and let the Halloween joy ensue.
In all the excitement of having some buyers, I forgot to coach them on how our relationship will play out. This was a mistake. It’s like in the classroom, you set up your routines and reinforce positive behaviors. Clients can also use clear guidelines and positive reinforcement.
I have been hacking away at learning this new biz for the last six months, time flies right? In this time, I have not skyrocketed to financial freedom like I had hoped. It seems real estate is similar to so many other professions, it takes work and education to succeed. Real estate demands another skill to reach success and that is a degree in psychology. I did not read about that in my study guides for the test. Nor did I realize my role as couples counselor.
If you think about it, buying a house can be super stressful, fear inducing and a breeding ground for issues with miscommunication. Now multiply it by 5 when you are trying to buy a house with a partner who wants the opposite of what you want. A partner who has the tendency to change their mind in a 180 degree fashion. This is the world I now navigate.
The beloved clients can turn out to be major pains in the neck when the couple cannot get their shared vision to gel. I feel a couple assessment could help me at the start of a real estate relationship. I can ask basic questions like the Newlywed Game. Examples: How often does your partner completely change their mind? What is your partners communication weakness? Does your partner actually want to purchase a home? Oh the list can go on and on. I daydream of this questionnaire. My reality is trying to tease out what one person really wants while reading the other persons nonverbal cues and adjust accordingly. All about adaptability.
This was not quite what I had envisioned. When it was time to purchase my first home, I looked at what was out there, found an area that could work, toured some homes, then picked the one I wanted. I wasn’t looking for a dream home. I was looking to buy a house. It didn’t take that long, I was underwhelmed by my real estate broker, impressed by the escrow lady and went forward in life. I now know this is not the process for many people. I had a Realtor show me about 5 houses. I did my own research and house hunting. I left that Realtor off easy.
The beloved clients have now seen 17 houses. 17!! There is always some minutiae that is so wrong, silly things. It started with the garbage disposals. If the house didn’t have one, off the list. Then other things that could easily be fixed became deal breakers. Then the whole search widened into areas, structures and ideas that totally threw me off course. Okay, rebound, I am flexible, I am adaptable. You want to look at acreage with manufactured homes, got it. Oh, now it’s raw land to develop, okay. I have to admit we saw some questionable homes. Knives everywhere as decorations, odd smells, ridiculously steep stairs, mini trailer parks, we know the inventory. Finally, I called in the big gun, my principal broker, and we had a come to Jesus, the next week after touring 3 more houses, there was an offer. An ACTUAL OFFER!! Oh, but it’s not that easy. Always a catch in this biz. FSBO. For sale by owner. Ahhhhhhh, I didn’t prepare for this.
One offer presentation to the seller later, I realized unless people have serious experience in the state they are selling a home, they really should not try to do it themselves. I am sitting at the sellers kitchen table trying to explain the papers in front of her. She just wants something simple. Like a homemade handwritten sale. As she is looking over the sale agreement I brought, she starts to sign it. I let her know that this document is legally binding and by selling it she is agreeing to sell to my clients. Oh boy.
Fast forward to the counter offer which ends with a sentence about me taking all responsibility to ensure the seller meets all legal and time requirements. I look at it and think whatevs. I can deal with that, I am gonna do it anyway because there are not other brokers involved. But it just so happened that my favorite Pro was in the office and looked it over and in colorful language expressed how I should most definitely not agree to that. She is not my client, by selling her home without a broker it is the seller who assumes those risks.
So now I have learned A) couples bring their baggage to the table and I get to slog through it. B) FSBO’s are a handful. All valuable lumps I appreciate learning. If you are keeping track, I have had two buyers who do not mean what they say. A seasoned broker mentioned to me a little rhyme: buyers are liars and sellers are storytellers…Well, my clients decided that the house wasn’t the one. And back to the starting line we go….
Next time, I may share about my new clients: the disgruntled ex-husband who wants to sell the house while the obstinate ex-wife lives in it. This should be a test of my counseling skills and flexibility.
My trip took me from Hawaii to Singapore then Bali and Japan. I can honestly tell you after many years of commercial airline travel across the pacific, I experienced a plane ride I was sure I would not live through complete with screaming passengers and a snack cart serving Cup-o-Noodles. For weeks I was in Indonesia. At first it was great. I read and cruised around and was so ready to volunteer at the school. The volunteering fell through at the last minute and they kept my money. You usually pay in some way to travel and volunteer. In a way it worked out, I met a driver who had a friend who had an english tutoring school. I was able to accomplish a small part of my mission. I had time to walk, a lot and read, a lot. There was more trash than I had seen on beaches and piled on street corners. There were large packs of dogs, “Balinese tigers”, that lounged and ate the trash. Bali has beautiful temples and a ceremony everyday depending where you are on the island. There are some things I had never seen. Trees with skirts because they have spirits. Lot’s of honking when going over bridges, to let the spirits know people are driving over them. Beauty that took my breath away. Delicious vegetarian food. And more people on a single moped that you can imagine. I saw a family of five on one moped. Amazing. I read and walked. For 21 days, it was just me. I went to yoga and a documentary about bees. I spoke with strangers from all around the world.
I was disappointed about the volunteering. I was getting lonely in this place. I was wondering why I would travel so far from home to do things I could do at home. I had beaches. I had trash I could pick up. I knew students I could help. I also had a little boy that I was missing terribly. But something bigger was happening that I didn’t realize yet.
I got my first tattoo as soon as I was legally able. I have had many tattoos since then. All but one from different women artists. There was something about that. Each had a specific meaning to me and most were easy to cover up. That was important. Inside though, I had always wanted a sleeve of tattoos. But that is not what a (insert self-defining role here) would do. For me the roles that I would no longer be good at due to my ink were: mothering, teaching, success, business savvy and being well-educated. The voice calling the shots was very vocal about my goodness directly related to how people perceive me and people with tattoos are not perceived well (all in my own mind). I have met smart, happy people who are also great parents and have tattoos. But I’ve got my crazy. As the voice got louder, the more I thought about the sleeve. Then something in my growth at the time allowed a different train of thought and it asked why? Why would you not be a good person if you choose to adorn yourself with permanent body art? Why does what other people think of you matter so much? Why can’t you allow yourself to do what you want? Why would your mothering skills change if you had an arm of tattoos?
While in Bali, I read an article in a local magazine about the tradition of tattoos. This article stated a cultural belief “a man without tattoos is invisible to the gods” an Iban proverb, Sarawak, Malaysia. Knowing the depth of my own belief system, ultimately I want to know the gods and be known to the gods. This was a subconscious factor that drove me so far away from home. To know thyself. And in two sentences it all became very concious.
I am owning my crazy. I am owning my self-doubt and self-judgement with slight narcissistic tendencies.
I was going through a challenging spot in my life and I gave myself permission. I allowed myself to get a half sleeve. I had multiple consultations and the half sleeve was done in two parts and took HOURS. And it hurt. I sat or laid there for hundreds of minutes accepting my choice in this. I could still wear many things and no one would ever know it was there. I could pretend I didn’t have it.
I went to Bali with this half sleeve. It is pretty. Big red poppies because I woke up from a sleep, not for a drug reference but for a reminder. On this island in SEA, it was humid and no one knew me so I had no reason not to let my flag fly. A lot of people stared at me, tried to touch my arm, asked if I wanted more. I would keep walking. But I did want more, I wanted the whole arm.
We float in the world. Like a dandelion that just had a gust of wind scatter it around. If we don’t tether ourselves to someone or someplace, where will the gust take us? How far can you go when you just let yourself float? This idea used to scare me. I tried to gather up all the false securities and creature comforts I possibly could because I didn’t want to look at the impermanence of life head-on. Then I had no choice but to face it. And now I make that choice to face it. And my arm of tattoos reminds to take a hard look at all that I have and how quickly it can change. And I float like the seed caught in a breeze. I do my best to appreciate and share all the love that is out there for all of us.
My tattoos are just that, mine. They have meaning to me and when I try to hide them I am not being true to myself and my nature. People may love them or hate them or care less about them. Ultimately, we are all just floating on our own breeze. And we need to make our own choice of how we want to be.
In these days of “what have I done with my life”, my newest ambition (not entirely fleshed out) is to become an audiobook narrator. Let me preface with why I feel I am qualified to voice act books to the general public and not only my captive audiences.
I have read the first six Harry Potter books out loud to my son in the past two years. From first foot in Hogwarts to Dumbldore’s death, voiced through colds and weariness. I had to stop at six because life in Harry’s magic world was becoming too gruesome for my little guy. Seven awaits on the shelf. I have read many books to my middle schoolers over the last eight years. Honestly, I have read The Alchemist out loud so many times the pages are separating from the binding. Granted some books were repeats, but still aloud to the most disconcerting bunch of humans, the incredulous middle schooler. I have to mention that reading aloud one day to my favorite eight grade class, I was told I have great knees. An interruption of the finest caliber and truth ;). I also read the weekly Rob Brenzy horoscopes to my coworkers and my lovely assistant/counselor/confidant.
For the back story, my personal bibliophile tendencies were aptly honed early due to my singular childhood existence. Reading was a hobby and friend and to this day holds untold fortunes of knowledge that I continue to appreciate and hunt. I think armed with my love of reading I could make it in the reading-out-loud actor guild. And maybe not as my primary career. I am thinking a back up for my fledgling real estate entrepreneurship.
In full disclosure, I do look for alternate routes often. Probably because I am a variety seeker. Or I have a short attention span, or life is too short not to daydream about all the fun things I could do. So, my next viable step is to google this newfound potential passion.
Holy bazooks! This is not an easy type of gig. I cannot just plop down on the couch and record my eloquent verbiage. It’s hardcore. There are many websites explaining the fierce competition and hours of read-acting classes. My little nugget of hope is promptly dashed to a fleck of hope. I hold in my back pocket the desire to read obscure literature. Maybe things that people won’t admit they want read to them. Like instruction manuals, IKEA directions, computer tech help. But my further research accords a view into a cut throat realm of reading that I am not entirely sure I am up to. Maybe, just maybe, I should concentrate on real estate. And just as I am floating in my read acting bubble, I get business!
I have actually written and submitted TWO different offers on behalf of buyers. I know! Making my way. Learning the ropes. The first offer scared me so much, I had to pull out all my notes, light candles and have a glass of water at the ready for my nervous dry throat. It went okay. I made a couple of errors. One buyer backed out, after proclaiming it was “killing” her to let it go. Which brings up a funny thing, people and their words do not necessarily match their actions. Common problem I have experienced. It makes my internal creed of doing what I say I am going to do solidify each time I see and experience a fellow human do the opposite of their words. The other buyer is still waiting to hear back from the listing agent. Fingers crossed.
As a reflective human, I often wonder “what have I done with my life”. And I don’t think that questioning myself is entirely pointless. Some dense self-doubt and guilt has come of it as well as some clarity and calibration of my intentions. This new adventure of real estate has my committed energy and my scheming back-up plans may remain daydreams for the time being.
For the record, I have been reading a lot lately. It’s all the time I have not grading papers. My recent reads from last month, #Girlboss by Sophia Amoruso and The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood, both gratifying reads in their own way.
Spring is here with gusto this week. The tress are greening and the bulbs are bursting and Eugene is alive with new growth. The weather has been fabulous! Sunny with longer days. There is a flurry of activity as we all come out of our winter coats. It’s great. I didn’t realize how much I missed the sun.
With all the spring-ness abound, it is open house frenzy. My office had 5 open houses that I advertised on Facebook for this weekend. Not only am I a newly licensed real estate broker, I am a social media specialist, wellness and service coordinator and office liaison. So, I have my hands full with real estate. Anyway, I help brokers advertise their open houses and this week I was able to get one of those open houses. Woot!
The house: Built in the last decade, impeccably maintained, clean, organized, decorated, well-cared for, pleasant. It is in the back of a new-ish subdivision and has no neighbors across the street because it is protected wildlife area. Essentially, you walk out the front door and see green wetland wilderness that will not be developed. The house smelled fresh and had an inviting feel.
I was doing this for another broker because I have no listings of my own at this moment and it makes me feel like I am doing something productive. Kind of. The owner was there when I arrived and she was polite and left quickly. All my directional signs with balloons were leading the way to this gem. It took people awhile to actually make it over. I was there for about 45 minutes alone. But, it had wifi. This is good for a couple of reasons. First, when no one is touring the house I can do work like schedule posts and work on my business social media. Second, I can have my MLS up and be able to prospect and work my client profiles. I was pleased for the wifi 🙂 I often think of life before internet. What a huge change in the real estate industry and education and life and our culture due to this intangible creation that we now all rely on. And this makes me think of the invisible nautilus that is in the great tide pools at Monterey Bay Aquarium. Groups of people standing out to see something that is literally invisible. This is how I think of the internet, invisible, yet so extremely awesome. Sorry, I digress.
After 45 minutes, a couple walks in and they really like the house but they need RV parking. Sorry, not this house. As I am talking to them I am thinking how I need them to sign the guest card. But I really don’t want to ask them. Instead, I give them a flyer I made which has my picture and contact info. I feel this is like a card. After the last round of hounding for a guest card my heart is to in it for their info.
Next, these two middle school boys walk in. They are checking on the number of bedrooms. I wonder should I be suspicious? But, in my past life I dealt with this age group daily and they are actually sweet boys and one of them went to Borneo (cool). We walk around and chat about what they are looking for. They leave with a handful of candies, I didn’t have time to get the cookies. I know, I know.
Then this couple comes in. It’s there first open house ever. How cute is that? They walk around the kitchen, which is big and spacious. Another couple with kids walks in and I greet them. The first time couple meanders upstairs. I talk to the family and they are checking the house out. They leave with my flyer. The first time couple come back downstairs. They are kind of whispery. Another couple comes in. They are up from Roseburg, know what they want, have a broker, take a flyer and leave. The first time couple is outside walking around the house. Another couple comes in from across the street. They want to buy a second home, pre-approved, just haven’t found the right spot. We chat about the school their kids go to. I tell her you have my info on the flyer. I have had not one person fill out a guest card.
The first time couple comes back in. I ask how its going for them. They have a look about them. The wife wants it. This is the “one”. Now, it’s a crazy market here. Things sell fast. I ask if they know this. They do. Their broker texts as we are talking. The wife steps outside to take the call. She comes back and gets the husband to talk to their broker. I overhear “docusign” and “do it today”. They are excited and that made me excited. I mention to the wife that the luck on their very first open house and she says this is their first home purchase ever. First open house, first home and they are making the decision right in front of me. This makes me think, what if they didn’t have a broker and needed me to make the offer for them. Could I do it? Well, the broker I am doing the open house for, a potential mentor, could help me. But it stressed me out. These super nice people who really want this house, could I handle that for them?
Well, they put in an offer and they backed out of the counter offer. That energy they had and the look on their faces was pretty cool, I was really hoping for them. After looking and waiting to find something you really want, but as I am quickly learning it is hard to be sure about anything in real estate. It can be a long road and have many turns and this couple may make multiple offers on multiple homes before the find the “one”. I have learned that you must wait until the funds are disbursed and the keys are in hand. Still, it was pretty neat to be in the company of two excited, home buying hopefuls. And it was great for me to reflect on my abilities. Can I handle the excitement and hopes of people who may not get want they want? The pressure of letting people down if their offer is beat? Writing the offer? I have been in this for three whole months. That’s nothing in the lifespan of a career, have patience grasshopper.