Real Estate Dream

Real Estate — By Shopping Blogs on November 26, 2009 8:23 am

I went into real estate because it was what I wanted to do ever since I was a little kid. Houses and property always interested me. I loved going to my friends’ houses when I was little and seeing all the different ways families could live. I would convince them to play the real estate game with me where I would walk them through their own houses and try to get them to buy.  I would dress up and make my hair fancy and then we would go from room to room as I showed them the features of their houses. If I was lucky, at the end of the game, they would decide to buy the house and we would all jump for joy as I gave them the “key”. If they decided not to buy I would usually take it personally and I would get upset and stalk out of their house. While most kids my age were watching Full House, I was watching HGTV and oohing and aaahing over the pretty houses they would show. Oh yes, I was a real estate agent in the making.

Friends and family tried dashing my real estate dreams when the economy started taking a downturn. They would sit there and try to explain to me that real estate was probably the worst field I could go into at the moment. Although this did scare me, I was not going to let my real estate dreams be dashed because of the economy. I knew I was going to be fabulous at real estate and I was not going to let anyone or anything stop me.
And so, I persevered with my dream and eventually I became a licensed real estate agent. Finally, I was doing what I loved and had wanted to do for years. I was given my first house to show and I felt like this was the moment I had been waiting for all my life. I was sure that, despite the economy, real estate was going to come as naturally and easily as it had when I was eight-years old.

The first day I showed the house I was so nervous. I did not get a wink of sleep the night before because I felt like all of my real estate dreams came down to this one moment. I knew I would feel like a failure if I could not sell the house. That morning, I spent forever picking out the perfect outfit and making sure my hair and make up was perfect. I felt like I had to look my best in order to be my best.

I had walked the house more times than I could count and I had what I wanted to say engrained into my head. I was ready to be an actual real estate agent and sell that house. After three of my clients came and saw the house, I was sure I had the house sold. I waited impatiently as the days passed and nobody made an offer on the house. Slowly, I began doubting myself. What if I had done something wrong? What if I forgot to mention or show one of the positive features of the house. Just as I was losing hope, I got a phone call with an offer on the house. Apparently, I was not such a bad real estate after all!

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