Not often do we introduce friends to other friends, I've always had very close one-on-one friendships. Those in the tribe are all very diverse. Some older, some significantly younger, some analytical geeks and others brilliantly creative types. For the most part interactions with the extended-tribal-circle are affable and good. It was through my friend Derek that I found my realtor, Mike. Mike is the consumate professional realtor, serving on many Boards of Directors for his industry and the community; he's a wealth of knowledge and I was fortunate not only to work with him but to also have him as a friend. Mike had been working with my family and me to find a new home for a couple months. It had been a painful process, since there was initial miscommunication between my family, Mike and me. Finally everyone was on the same page and we were ready to go look at homes he'd handpicked based on my criteria. Two days before our shopping adventure began, he fell ill with cardiac issues. (Not to worry, he's fine.)
During the time he was in the hospital, Mike passed me along to his friend CarolAnn. She's an equally amazing dynamo in her field who took the reigns and found THE house (actually one Mike had picked, I rejected and she convinced me I needed to see.) I love the very old dilapidated, but architecturally charming, 1900s homes; however, knowing the work that I'd need to put into them CarolAnn firmly refused to write the offers. It was HOW she refused to write the offers that made me adore working with her. She just said it. "I'd be embarrassed to present this to your family, let alone bother to write the offer! I couldn't resell this if I tried!"
After a couple days of looking, we were in her house and she asked why I'd rejected the cute little "flip" that Mike had sent. She thought it would be perfect. I explained that the cottage out back was only 350 square feet; I couldn't live in 300 square feet and doubt anyone else could either. It would be a waste of space since I probably couldn't get anyone to rent it from me. She looked at me a moment and directed me to her 2nd floor livingroom. She asked about the size and what I thought. It was HUGE, spacious and bright. She announced that it was....400 square feet! Suddenly I was excited to see the house that I'd staunchly rejected. CarolAnn knew just how to handle me, which is something few people can figure out!
She talked to my family, wrote the offer and the house should close on Monday. I've added another person to the extended-tribal-circle and know that she's someone who will always figure out how to deal with my quirky friends and look out for their best interests. She's amazing and I adore her for guiding my family and me through a difficult process with grace and ease.
Mike continues to get better every day... and every day I am thankful for him introducing me to CarolAnn. It's funny how the panic that set in during Mike's medical issues over "who reliable is going to help me find a home?" turned into a wonderful experience. One door closes, another opens. A leaf drops from a tree and the wind carries it another direction. Such is life. Such is the nature of my tribe...and I am so blessed!