Polian has a yard now.
Yesterday was probably the roughest professional day I’ve ever had. Trying to move on quickly, but my brain is choosing to rehash all of the things I could have done to land the business I lost. Two folks I met with this past Spring listed with other agents in the same day. People whom if I had better followed up with would have listed their homes with me. Probably. Timing is everything. I bought a house this year, got engaged, planned a wedding in another State. Why can’t personal and professional both be amazing at once? Why do I feel the need to try to kick ass and do better tomorrow with no sleep? I have other leads to follow up with tomorrow… Time to let these two go.
The screen hole I shout to my future husband through. I sold him a house! Did I tell you guys? Also that’s the Dolly I stole when Jerry Brown had me laid off! Yeah it is. That dolly and plants are what I have left of a 5 year career, a past life. I fucking hate San Francisco. Whew it feels great to say that.
I turned 34 last Sunday and this weekend I get my house in order. Drunk cleaning is the only way for me to address this loss. Cat photos to follow.
Who change their last names. LIE. I LOVE my last name trying to decide what to do with this whole married thing is tough. Also, such a pain in the ass right?
TRUTH. Super pumped as I’ve never been even though I’ve lived far North 2 other times.