So this is my 100th post and I have been tossing and turning trying to come up with something special to share with you. The standards have been set extremely high.
Today I had one of those AMAZING days where a customer made me feel so good and made me glad to be in this business. We have had a listing that has been particularly difficult to sell, not because the house is ugly, or because the house needs work, or because the house is vacant, but because customers have not been able to recognize the potential.
Finally under contract, today we had inspections and to my surprise, the buyer's agent did not show up - ( It was the inspectors, the buyer and I). An hour into the inspections, the buyer turned to me and said, "Ines, I want you to know that the reason we are buying this house is because of you, you were instrumental in us seeing the potential of this home, and it was you that ultimately made the sale, thank you."
Could this get any better??? Needless to say, my head could not fit through the door when we left. I feel so good about what I do, and it was so rewarding to hear this from the actual buyer. So I decided to share with you some of my work. I have a passion for architecture and do miss my profession, but can admit that I could not deal with the schedule of an architect. Real Estate has given me a way to be creative and share my passion with customers, and the mere fact of being recognized, really makes me feel great.
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Here's some bridge concepts I did for DOT here in Miami - the idea was that bridges do not need to be ugly and that aesthetics and design can co-exist.
This is an on-going abstract study that I am doing - the theme: portraits of RICK
And lastly - I'm going to share a poem I wrote years ago about Miami and Architecture.
MIAMI DETACHED
Miami is the shadows formed on a young girl's face one Summer afternoon
It's the wrinkles on the hands of an old black man
It's looking through a magnigying glass at darkness
At its shore I can discern a "Miami Detached"
As the crew ships try to Merge themselves
once again with reality
Reality means turning into a sail
highstrung to its mast,
feeling the strength and the near ending effort to survive,
or a coral rock trying not to disintegrate while it knows
the more salt water that flows,
the more porous it will become
Why does the blind look at the sun?
How can you touch hate?
Taste Love?
Smell apathy?
The petals of a rose out of bloom
Still give you a fascinating scent,
just as that which cannot feel will eventually rot.
Life means morphosis, close scrutiny and pain
We can discuss this when architects
become a thing of the past
I thank all my friends here in Active Rain for encouranging me and others. I am glad to be part of this network and look forward to reading all of your 100th posts.
I wanted to thank you on sharing your soul with us by posting your poem. I used to write a little poetry (and I mean a little) before and can really dig your style. One part of your poem caught me 'off guard' or I missed the concept, but that's poetry, open for interpretation. I wish I could find the poem I wrtoe about flying squirrels.. but then again, I can barely remember when I wrote it due to high levels of alcohol.. that was many, many years ago. anyways, they were mostly surf inspired.
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Ines...Awesome 100th post!!! I love how you tied it all together...Architecture..poetry, work and AR! Great job and congratulations!