As the housing market heats up, I'm reminded:
A House is a Home.
I grew up in the Earlington neighborhood of Renton, Washington. I have many memories from those days, some great, some not. I remember playing hide and go seek, kick the can, olly olly oxen free, and exploring the woods across the street with my pals. Later it was sports, high school band, cruising the loop, and playing my guitar.
In those days I couldn't imagine our home as a financial investment. It was our home. We took great care of it. For us three boys, it was getting our chores done so we could do something cool. For Mom & Dad, it was creating a space that served our needs.
I think the child in me assumed we’d be there forever.
Homes weren't flipped and sales weren't short. Our job as a kid back then was exactly that, being a kid. Now it appears none of us can escape the world's bad news and the talking head experts who pontificate big data infinitum on every aspect of every market. Since 2008 most of this gibberish has been rather depressing.
As the market picks up and our industry gets busy again (Yay!) we're all trying to put the recession behind us. In our exuberance to capture every transaction, I hope we don't forget we’re in the people business.
I’ve had several great conversations about this lately with my real estate friends. We don’t forget the special place a home is. Those youthful memories helped forge who we became in life.
We agree it’s not just another deal, but these days it's often a very big deal and stressful to a family when it comes time to sell their home.
I am so thankful to my sphere that practice their customer service with understanding and compassion. A house is a building, but a home is refuge. A place where life's memories are made and our affections centered.