Lorena

I’m a realtor. The market is brutal right now. I had a young couple, first-time buyers. Pregnant, sweet, barely scraped together a down payment. They fell in love with a small bungalow. It was perfect. But then came the bidding war. Cash offers. $20k over asking. They didn't stand a chance. We sat in my car, and the wife was crying. "We're never going to find a home for the baby." I went to present their offer to the seller anyway. The seller was an elderly man named Arthur. He was moving to assisted living. He looked at the spreadsheet of offers. He saw the high numbers. Then he picked up the "Love Letter" my clients wrote—something most sellers ignore. Included was a picture of their sonogram. Arthur stared at it. "My wife and I bought this house in 1964," he said. "We raised three boys here. I carved their heights into the doorframe in the kitchen." He pushed the high cash offers aside. "I don't want an investor renting this out," he said. "I want that doorframe to be used." He sold it to my clients. For $10,000 under asking price. When I told them, they collapsed. Arthur left them a note on the counter when they moved in: "The house needs noise. Fill it with love." Anonymous

Normalize being in your 30s & REBRANDING your whole identity bc in your 20s you were brainwashed.

2:30 am and I just started a movie with a 9 am class in a couple hours