I’m Asking For A Favor
Everybody has talent, it’s just a matter of moving around until you’ve discovered what it is.
This is the month of Easter and Spring Break and baby animals and diamonds! (Well, if you’re fortunate enough to have your birthday in April, like me, it’s the month of diamonds. Sorry about the rest of y’all’s luck.)
This is also the month where the housing market begins to simmer. Folks have used their Spring Breaks to come to the area and find a new place to call home and, soon, the moving will commence. For our area, a lot of this transition will be with military personnel. Here, at my house, we’ve been those folks, which is a big part of how I became the Best Realtor Ever.**
We have moved 13 times in the last 18 years. We’ve been buyers and sellers and tenants and landlords. We’ve lived in government housing and privately owned residences and public-private partnership situations. We’ve relied on the hospitality of friends and learned that the process of securing a new address can vary drastically, from state to state. We’ve also been the friends that others trusted to watch over their home, while they were taking a turn, living on the other side of the planet. I’m pretty sure this conglomeration of experiences is what sealed the deal for my career path.
It’s a literal interpretation of the above Lucas quote and, truly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. It fills my bucket to be able to look my clients in the eye and say, “I understand.” It’s a comfort to us both, but none of this would be possible without the influence of move after move after -Seriously?! Again??!- military move.
Here’s the part where I ask you a favor. I can’t be everywhere. Hard to believe, I know, but true nonetheless. As the moving season picks up and strangers move in next door and unfamiliar faces pass you on the sidewalk and a hesitant invitation is extended to “like” a new jewelry-making etsy store, or a frantic mom, whose name you can’t quite remember, puts desperate faith on the line and asks you to grab one kid off the bus while she takes the other to urgent care… please be kind. Be accommodating. Be inclusive. Take a paper plate of cookies over to them and say hello.
They don’t even have to be homemade. No one is judging you and everyone loves cookies, but please, for me, make your new neighbors feel welcome. It’s the best feeling in the world.
If it’s your turn to come or go, give me a call. I understand and I’d love to help you through the transition. Keep in mind that you don’t have to face your new location alone. There is a very good chance that I know someone in the area you’re headed to and I would love to link you up with someone awesome! Just reach out and let me know.
**Claim of Best Realtor Ever status is based on a survey taken of my daughter’s opinion. I can’t trust my son not to be a smart-ass and name someone else (like Phil Dunphy) and I didn’t have time for a wider sample before publishing this blog. Deadlines, people. Deadlines!