Visualisation money maker
I just got home to my apartment, and it feels like I floated home. I am all aflutter and I can't stop smiling and jumping all around like a cheerleader at the big game.
I am warm even though it's still a bit cold outside, as springtime hasn't completely broken through the winter cold.
My cheeks are all flushed and my hands slightly clammy, with escrow paperwork in hand.
I think I messed around and sold my first house!!!
I have been in real estate for a while, leasing apartments and assisting property managers for a few years before I decided to get into real estate for myself. I am excellent at leasing and after being a serial leasing agent, I told myself why not sell houses and actually get a piece of that pie???
SOOOO... I studied diligently months over the material. And I gotta say it was a lot easier than people I know have made it seem. Maybe because I had been a student so long before that it was like second nature to me. I actually enjoyed and looked forward to studying a lot as I discovered I had missed that part of my life since graduating college.
I knew intellectually there was a chance the buyer or seller could drop out of escrow. I am required to submit lots of disclosure to the buyer before completing the escrow process. Sometimes what they find in these reports about the history of the house cools off the deal or changes the terms. But when I look at my client and her face whenever she speaks on her future first home, I know deep down in my SOUL she is buying this house. She's a short woman with huge dimples and a pleasant voice that's deep for a woman. Her a sense of humor's silly like Nicole Byer, but she knows what she wants and doesn't mince words which I like.
Another couple was interested in the home, but she came in with a higher first bid, which kind of took me aback. I didn't take her for someone who'd approach a deal so aggressively, but she explained there is historical significance to the deal. Her great-great-grandparents had immigrated to this area at the turn of the 21st century and served a wealthy family who lived in this house. Their relatives reluctantly put the beautiful Victorian up for sale. Now that it was up for sale, as long as it wasn't Sergey Brin didn't roll up in the driveway, the house was going to be hers.
I'm standing in my kitchen still clutching my escrow paper, trying to get my phone out of my purse to call my husband and tell him the good news. When I get this commission, we are going to pay off our bills and the rent for a few months and go on vacation. I can already feel the tropical sunlight on my face, reclining in a beach chair with my book. Which will most likely be perched atop my face as I take an afternoon nap. I can already picture the lovely 6 figure check paid to the order of my name.
And about a month later of going back and forth with the lender, I had that check in my hands. The smooth paper and large print a beautiful and understated sign of my alignment and good faith efforts. And this was only the beginning.
I am warm even though it's still a bit cold outside, as springtime hasn't completely broken through the winter cold.
My cheeks are all flushed and my hands slightly clammy, with escrow paperwork in hand.
I think I messed around and sold my first house!!!
I have been in real estate for a while, leasing apartments and assisting property managers for a few years before I decided to get into real estate for myself. I am excellent at leasing and after being a serial leasing agent, I told myself why not sell houses and actually get a piece of that pie???
SOOOO... I studied diligently months over the material. And I gotta say it was a lot easier than people I know have made it seem. Maybe because I had been a student so long before that it was like second nature to me. I actually enjoyed and looked forward to studying a lot as I discovered I had missed that part of my life since graduating college.
I knew intellectually there was a chance the buyer or seller could drop out of escrow. I am required to submit lots of disclosure to the buyer before completing the escrow process. Sometimes what they find in these reports about the history of the house cools off the deal or changes the terms. But when I look at my client and her face whenever she speaks on her future first home, I know deep down in my SOUL she is buying this house. She's a short woman with huge dimples and a pleasant voice that's deep for a woman. Her a sense of humor's silly like Nicole Byer, but she knows what she wants and doesn't mince words which I like.
Another couple was interested in the home, but she came in with a higher first bid, which kind of took me aback. I didn't take her for someone who'd approach a deal so aggressively, but she explained there is historical significance to the deal. Her great-great-grandparents had immigrated to this area at the turn of the 21st century and served a wealthy family who lived in this house. Their relatives reluctantly put the beautiful Victorian up for sale. Now that it was up for sale, as long as it wasn't Sergey Brin didn't roll up in the driveway, the house was going to be hers.
I'm standing in my kitchen still clutching my escrow paper, trying to get my phone out of my purse to call my husband and tell him the good news. When I get this commission, we are going to pay off our bills and the rent for a few months and go on vacation. I can already feel the tropical sunlight on my face, reclining in a beach chair with my book. Which will most likely be perched atop my face as I take an afternoon nap. I can already picture the lovely 6 figure check paid to the order of my name.
And about a month later of going back and forth with the lender, I had that check in my hands. The smooth paper and large print a beautiful and understated sign of my alignment and good faith efforts. And this was only the beginning.
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