What about that collection of milk bottles, or jelly jars, or old sneakers, or the wetsuit that fit you 23 years ago?
With a rental, if the building starts leaning 18 inches to the left, you can walk away.
Everybody signs these papers. Hardly anyone reads them.
Could we get some dead seals and birds in here?
“Your psychotherapist will (hopefully) listen for 50 minutes once a week. But the list of folks who’ll put up with your prattling stops there. Except for your Realtor.”
“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.”