08/07/2026
34 years.
It’s a number that makes me stop for a moment.
I started in real estate in 1992. Since then, I’ve worked through inflation and high interest rates, the dot-com boom and bust, the Great Recession and housing crash, COVID, record-low mortgage rates — and then rapidly rising rates again.
Markets changed. Technology changed. The way we do business changed.
And 34 years later, I’m still here.
But when I look back, what stands out most isn’t the transactions or the market cycles.
It’s what this career allowed me to be there for.
I watched my kids grow up while I was building this business.
Talent shows. Sporting events. School activities. Graduations.
And the moments that never made it onto a calendar.
I’ve listened to them through breakups. Talked them through uncertainty. Tried to offer perspective during some of the harder milestones in their lives. I’ve watched them struggle, grow, make difficult decisions, find their own way — and many times, I’ve been inspired by them.
There were contracts to negotiate, escrows to save, clients who needed me, and phone calls that couldn’t wait.
But somehow, I was also able to be Dad.
Over the years, clients became friends. Some came back years later. Some introduced me to their children when it was their turn to buy a home.
When I started in 1992, I thought I was getting into the real estate business.
34 years later, I realize I was getting into the relationship business.
The houses change.
The markets change.
Life changes.
But the relationships are what last.
I’m grateful for the career.
But even more grateful for the life I was able to live alongside it.
