When my husband and I first got married he had already owned his own Clearview Co-op. It was a great apartment. We were on the lower level and we renovated it to the hilt. When we had our first son, it was so easy to maintain. I cleaned my house 1,2,3. At that time I was a full time stay at home mom. When my second child made an appearance into our lives - all h*ll broke lose. This one more person made our great little apartment feel like the walls closed in on us. I would cry at the disorder of my house. I had not one more place to put a thing. It was so cramped in our little apartment that it was not uncommon for me to make it regular practice to take those famous "mommy showers" - With the door open, because without fail as soon as I got into the shower the tribal Indians would start pounding on the door that "I NEED to get in there, NOW!" So for 7 years, my total showering time was about 22 minutes. I was careful to never exceed the one minute "mommy shower".
Christmas time was always a hard time for me. I would have to take part of my couch (we had a sectional for this reason) and put one end, in my bedroom. I would then set up my tree and - sweat. I would sweat from the day that my tree went up until the day that my house was back in order. There would be nights that I would wake up to just stare at the COUCH that was sitting in my room. There was no order and I could no longer take it. So we decided to sell our much loved co-op to move into a bigger home. In 2000, we rented for two years. I did not know anything about the real estate market and the thought of buying a home was so overwhelming. Where do I start? How much could I afford? Who do I trust? What do I do?
In late 2000, I went and got my real estate license. I figured, I would be at a good advantage to view homes and learn what to do. My first year of Real Estate - I found nothing. I still did not know if I could afford a home. So I waited and I watched as the prices of the homes went up and up. I resolved to myself that my husband and I would never buy a home and the road was getting longer and longer and steeper. But, I kept saving and saving and the dream kept getting further and further away. I was frustrated -
One day I went to show a home to buyer customers. This home was listed by another real estate company so I made the appointments and met my customers at the house. When I pulled up to this "home"- something came over me. I don't know how to explain it. I was so excited to show this home to my "buyers". The homeowner did not speak English and she was an elderly lady - so in my best "fake" Italian accent - I assured her she could relax and I will show the house. I fell in love with this home. So, while my buyers and I walked through this home, I waited to see their reaction. Did they like it? Do they want to buy this home? It was really the first time that I did not want a buyer to buy a home.
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