Every Sunday, my parents would pack my three brothers, my sister and me into the family station wagon with the faux woodgrain side panels and head to church. Afterwards, amid much groaning and whining, they would pack us back into the car and begin meandering the backroads and towns of the Eastern Shore looking for real estate. For HOURS.
We hated it, but nothing deterred Mom and Dad. Not five fussy kids, not a smelly old station wagon, not a supper waiting to be eaten at home. My parents loved scouting real estate. Why? Because as my mom would often say, "They're not making any more land” or as my father would say, "Sometimes you have to create your own opportunities."
Oftentimes, the voices of your role models can be near impossible to shut off. I tried. In 1991, I earned my teaching degree from William and Mary, my parents' alma mater and the place they met, and made my way to Colorado to teach high school English. I didn’t want to own a home, I didn’t want to invest in rentals, and I didn’t want to renovate any washed out old house.
But, sometimes, life turns like a wheel and we end up exactly where we left off. Many states, many teaching and writing jobs later, here I am. Still teaching and writing on the side, but now I am a realtor, here in Williamsburg. My husband and I own a few rentals, we have renovated and sold several houses, and we rent acreage to a farmer. On weekends, we find ourselves scouting for real estate.
I could tell you I have integrity and I do. I could tell you I am a hard worker and I am. But what I want you to know is that I am the product of parents who understood the emotional and financial value of real estate.
Give me a call. I would love to help you buy or sell a home, or invest in real estate.
I promise to leave my three kids at home.
University of Virginia/William and Mary/Middlebury
My kids make me proud all the time.
How I start my day
Sharing a cup of coffee with my husband.
Area's best kept secret
Favorite outdoor activity
Walking/hiking local trails and DOG Street