Musings from a life of chances and changes
No matter how many times I tried, I couldn't give up my real estate addiction. It wasn't my only need, by any means, but it was always present. Some would say that it was genetic. Neither of my parents was licensed realtors, but my father invested and my mother decorated. As a young girl growing up in the rapidly developing North Shore of Chicago, others went to the M & R movie theaters, Old Orchard, or Kiddieland, but I looked at homes--homes being built, designed, decorated, and sold.
Traveling downtown to the Merchandise Mart with its beautiful designer showrooms was an instant high. Yet, my career path took a different turn. I became a lawyer, married a lawyer, raised 4 kids, and pampered several dogs. I ended up back in the general neighborhood where I grew up, and my preoccupation with real estate never exactly dissipated. It was understood by many that I was obsessed, and some actually thought I was a realtor. I protested that in fact I was not a real estate professional, but I felt complimented, and of course it fed my real estate fix. So it is not too surprising that one-day last summer, I decided to get my license, join a company, and dive into a new venture. I am fueled by years of yearning to give into my addiction. Please meet me here to explore my next steps.