“My new pal, the Roomba, appears to be as industrious as I am. This is deeply satisfying.”
What the new homeowner decides to do with your old house doesn’t really matter.
You don’t seem to be bleeding too badly.
Your vintage 1940s ruffled bib apron goes nicely with your pressure cooker, as does your Blue Willow china.
I thought I was going to cry, right there between the food processors and the mixing bowls.
“A home. Not a house.”
As a kid I couldn’t even sell Girl Scout cookies. Fast forward to 1987 when – on a whim after being “let go” from my corporate PR job – I got my California real estate license. I’ve been a top agent in San Francisco ever since. Not because of my sales acumen but because I learned that residential real estate is about sanctuary, not sales. More…
Founder, Kindred SF Homes
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“HOME IS THE NICEST WORD THERE IS.”