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Do you remember that feeling you had when you woke up on the day of your graduation, or the day of your wedding? Just that concoction of emotions in the deepest pit of your stomach that lets you know you are about to embark on uncharted territory: the nervousness of leaving something familiar behind for something unknown—like the anticipation of that first kiss; the excitement of beginning something new; the hope of success and happiness; and the unwavering focus that allows you to balance all of that vying to dominate the others. This is my first week in Real Estate.
It was a little over a year ago when my wife and I were moving into our first house and when I became completely fascinated with Real Estate. Finally, we were both college grads with teaching jobs in two pretty well paying school districts—we had become DINKS (Dual Income No Kids). We were real tired of paying another person’s mortgage and decided that it was time to buy. After being referred to our agent, we began the 30 house tour before finding “the one.” But it was during this process that I became absorbed in the process of real estate. I enjoyed looking at comparable houses in neighborhoods, looking at market trends, talking with mortgage brokers, the home inspection, and the whole ball of wax. So, this January I enrolled in all the necessary classes to obtain a license and passed both state and national exams in April. Well that’s it, right? I’m a Realtor, yay! WRONG. I have just taken the lid off of this can of worms. After passing the exams, my sponsoring VP of Sales says “alright, now it’s time to get to work.” She proceeds to give me what looks like a Wal-Mart receipt list of things to do and people to email and forms to fill out and things to order and and and…
As I am currently teaching, I have been chipping away at this list one flake at a time, in my little cave late at night, and I am ready for summer to devote 100% of me to real estate. Thankfully, every time I walk into Century 21 Beal I am greeted with warm smiling faces, willing to drop everything in order to answer my inane little questions or give me just the advice I needed to accomplish something. Those faces help take that concoction of emotions across the stage and down the altar to a manageable state.