Housewarming Party

A few months ago, I helped a buyer get a sweet home, close to an ice cream stand, which I'd written about. 

She had a housewarming, and naturally, I showed up with a few tubs of the ice cream. It was a fun get-together, and all was going well, until I met "her friend".

This home was in Maryland, and my buyer was pretty convinced she'd be living in Virginia.  When I suggested the Maryland alternative, I'd think she only agreed to it because she figured that if she spent one afternoon there, that would be the end of it and then I'd focus on her Virginia options again.  It didn't turn out that way, which is how she's in Maryland.  The problem with Maryland was that none of her friends were there (although she'd only been in Virginia for a year, she'd having been a transplant from Colorado). none of the things were there; she loved the house, but she'd have to reset everything else.

At settlement, she confides to me that her best friend just bought a home the week before, within a mile or so of her new home which meant...ahh, life is following her into Maryland and she's happy now.  However, her best friend had wanted to buy the home we had bought.  It looked really nice online, but her best friend's realtor was never able to get her into the home.

I smiled....when you help your client get a home in a town she's not considered, and it turns out to be the home that her best friend thought was the better home....I was just dumb happy.

The fun part about the party is that I found out my buyer is a little girl at heart.  Sure, we all loved the ice cream, but, the prior owners had a young daughter, with a purple bedroom with butterfly mirrors.  It turns out, that's the room my buyer uses as her home office when she's not working at her firm's office.  The buttefly mirrors are still there, and the purple is a great backdrop to her collection of Barbie's.

It was a great night, and when her friend and I met, and I realized it was "that" friend, and she realized I was "that" realtor, we both agreed, the home we were in was destined for the girl with the Barbies.