Let's just say that there were some "not so sweet" moments along the way.
Step 1- Find a real estate agent. Easy, right?
|Watch out for fast talking agents!|
Not so much. After meeting a couple of fast talking, "Get yourself a big ole loan" kind of fellas, I was relieved to meet agent, Steve Fox.
I knew Steve was the agent for us when he said "You can get a loan for a lot more, but you would be "house poor". No money to actually furnish or update a house.
We all know that I am a house
9,372 houses later, Steve was still patiently guiding me through houses.
|My husband's dream home,|
|My dream home!|
Here are some highlights that will forever put me in debt me to Steve Fox.
-He did not bat an eye when he heard that my husband dreamed of subdivision living and I longed for a hundred year old Victorian.
-Without any eye-rolling at all, Steve explained that our "must have" list did not match our budget.
-I had a hissy fit on the stoop of a lovely old house on a tree-lined, brick street because my husband
-Steve kept his judgements to himself when I refused to even tour a house (after a 25 mile drive) because it was too "creepy looking."
-Mostly, I am grateful to Steve Fox because he found the house that we have brought four babies home to. When he drove me past the house that we now call home, he didn't even flinch when I bounced all over his car shouting "THAT'S THE ONE!"
Fifteen years later, I still call on Steve Fox. "Should we refinance?" or "We are remodeling-AGAIN- will a kitchen/bath/patio/sunroom/personal spa/etc pay off?"
We've started to consider moving to a bigger house. During the "House That Got Away" fiasco, Steve stayed true as the calm voice of reason. He took me to tour the house. He met us again to show my Mister. Again, to show my children...you get the picture.
Still, no eye rolling or heavy sighing.
Thank you, Mr. Calm and Cool, Steve Fox!
|Steve Fox, Awarded Most Patient Agent Ever!|