If I’m not writing, I’m selling real estate. Sometimes, when I reveal this to my artsy writer friends, I get a look of surprise or outright disbelief. My profession’s reputation precedes me. It’s no secret that a real estate makes the list of the Twenty Sleaziest Ways To Make A Living. I share the ticket with lawyers, prison guards, drug dealers, crime bosses, prostitutes, and Congressmen.
Yes children, your parents are slime-balls (my husband is my partner in crime).
But let me tell you about a day in the life of a Realtor.
At settlement last fall, I watched an older woman, wife, and mother slide her life across the settlement table with a worn set of keys to a younger woman, wife, and mother.
“It was a good house.” She bit her lower lip and tears welled in her eyes.
Her husband, crippled from a botched operation, his right hand limp in his lap, turned away, fighting tears, too. This man, who had every right to be bitter at his newly handicapped status, softened as his wife’s voice shook. He fought to keep his composure, refusing to look anybody in the eye, the pain etched across his strained expression.
“We had a lot of good times there.” She sniffled and pulled a Kleenex from her purse. “But, it’s just too much now.”
The young woman reached, her hand touching the older woman’s hand. “I’ll take good care of it,” she said, her voice soft and cracking. The two women looked at each other, tears in both of their eyes. In that moment, the hopes, dreams, and memories of one woman—her life—passed to the other.
And, I was there as a witness.
Sometimes we forget what a house represents. It’s more than a place to live. It’s where we create a life. It’s a place a family calls their home, until one day it becomes somebody’s else’s home. It’s borrowed and loved and then it’s gone. The people inhabiting it are only visitors passing through, transitory beings. The sticks and bricks hold something intangible, something that defines what it means to be human: a home.
Buying or selling a home is not just a financial transaction; it’s an emotional and symbolic beginning or ending, a definite marker in one’s life. As the gatekeepers, Realtors wave buyers and sellers through, pointing the way.
These are life-changing events real estate agents witness, events to which we’re made a party. We hold the distinction of being there. A buyer or seller invites us into his or her life to share in this—to shoulder the burdens and the joys that accompany passing the torch from one family to another.
We see people at their best and worst, in happiness and sadness. At the settlement table, a buyer celebrates a step into adulthood by purchasing a house or a young couple solidifies their commitment to each other by signing a mortgage together. Sometimes, a family is disintegrating and the house is the last tie that binds. Or a parent has died and siblings need to settle the estate, the house being the final remnant of their childhood. And, sometimes a house just becomes too much, like with my sellers. The weeks turn into years and the years into decades, and then it’s time to go.
That fall day, my seller shook hands with the woman who would borrow her home for a while, maybe a lifetime, but one day she, too, would pass it on to another young person. As we stood to leave, my seller turned and hugged me, her tears falling freely.
“Thanks, Heather.” She caught her breath and wiped her eyes. “Thanks for everything.”
I paused in her embrace, a lump forming in my throat.
So this is why I do this.
Sleazy or not.
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Hug your realtor today! Maybe invite him or her over for Sunday Dinner.
I have a recipe idea for you.
Thoughtful Food: Spaghetti w/Shrimp in Curry Cream Sauce (Fine Cooking Magazine, May 2002, p.49)
These instructions serve four. Adjust as needed.
Step 1: Saute
2 tbs olive oil
1tbs minced fresh ginger
3/4 lb medium shrimp, peeled & deveined
1/2 cup snow peas, cut across into squares
Step 2: Flavor
1 tbs curry powder
1/2 cup dry vermouth
1/3 cup vegetable or chicken broth
Step 3: Enrich
2/3 heavy cream
Step 4: Toss
8 oz. dried thin spaghetti, cooked & drained
1/2 cup fresh cilantro, chopped
2 thinly sliced scallions
Serve & enjoy!
Thought For The Week:
In the real estate business you learn more about people, and you learn more about community issues, you learn more about life, you learn more about the impact of government, probably than any other profession that I know of. Johnny Isakson
Do you associate certain stereotypes with specific professions? Have your preconceptions proven to be true or false in your actual interactions?