Sometime last year a persistent little bird started chirping in my ear. "You'd be great at real estate. You should really get your license. It makes so much sense," said this little birdy. "Why not," I responded. Then everything changed.
"Why'd you decide to be an agent," has replaced my most answered question at any given cocktail party, so it's fitting that I'd start the story of my journey into this wild world of elite Manhattan housing by answering that very question, but before I can get there, it's important you understand a few things about me.
First of all, I'm an all or nothing type of human - which can be a good thing - but it can also mean that I'm the type of guy to pick something up with a laser focus for a period of time, then burn out leaving it behind forever. I wanted to be a marketer, so I got a job at Paramount and worked on the SuperBowl. I got tired of my office. I wanted to film YouTube videos, so I bought a camera - I traveled the world filming every single day. I burned out. I wanted to be an apple coder, so I spent twelve hours a day in a cute cafe near Chelsea teaching myself how to code. I published an app, then I burned out. Once I've conquered something, I tend to move onto the next something (suddenly both my Netflix queue and my dating life are starting to make sense.) I knew if there was a suitable career for me, it would have to keep me on my toes every day.
Secondly, Growing up in Henderson, Texas (a town with more cattle than people,) the thought of one day moving to NYC was one of the leading reasons I was able to bear high school as a very confused little closet case. I used to browse the real estate section of New York Times, and pull up listings on the Internet dreaming about life in a tower. I'd do this with FRIENDS playing in the background (okay fine, Gossip Girl, whatever.) Keep in mind, I had never even been on an airplane, NYC was a bit of a fairy tale, a bit like my own Hogwarts - full of magic and wonder. I loved this city before I ever got here.
Third, I like people. Well - most people. I like helping people. I like talking to people. I like learning from people. I like earning people's trust. I'm a people person. I value human connection, I value strong and honest communication. I value people who challenge me and my ideas as much as those who affirm them. I needed to find a path that would put me on my own unique journey, but one that would consistently surround me with good company.
Real Estate is about connecting people to places they can call home. It's a guided journey to discovering a property in which they can see themselves settling into. It's a balance of numbers and logic with passion and love. It's about keeping up with an ever-changing market in the fastest city in the world. It's about helping people through a very stressful, life-changing decision. I've never been so engrossed and infatuated with anything like it in my life. I wake up in the morning and I never really know what my day has in store for me - I could be seeing a $30 million penthouse with a built in slide or a secret bookcase door, or I could find myself trying to calm someone down from a paint job gone wrong. I could be redecorating a duplex in a tower, or visiting a construction site. Every single day is drastically different.
The most rewarding part of this job isn't the free lunches, or seeing fabulous properties in this dramatic city - it's the fact that when I do my job well, people trust me to help them make one of the biggest decisions of their lives. I can't tell you how rewarding that is for me.
Queue the eye rolls now please.
I'm going to be documenting my journey via this blog. More-so for myself and my sanity than anything else, but I encourage you to follow along if you'd like. If you type your email in the box down below, I'll shoot you a note anytime I've published a new story. They'll be about a mixture of lifestyle, NYC, and real estate. I appreciate the massive support those around me have shown so far, and I'll do my best to never dissappoint.