My dad trained horses and my mom ran her own business, which means I grew up watching two people pour everything they had into work they actually believed in.
I woke up every day absorbing what it looks like to build something with integrity, grit, and people (or horses in my dad's case) at the center of it.
By the time I sold my first home as a college senior, I knew I didn't need to look any further to find what I was meant to do.
I got my license at 21 years old right here in Oregon and sold nine homes before I graduated.
Since then I've closed millions in sales, built a business that runs almost entirely on referrals, and somewhere in the middle of all of it had two kids (soon to be three) and kept right on going.
For any realtor, big impressive sales numbers are great...but what I actually care about is that my clients walk away feeling like they had someone that saw them, their life, and their needs as WAY more than numbers.
lives in
Elmira
road trip snack
Gardettos & Diet Coke
candle burning
Pumpkin Spice
weekend splurge
A local iced latte
never without
Chapstick
hosting essential
Old fashioned veggie tray
kids fav book
Llama Llama Red Pajama
hubby would say
She's always working
hot take
Six acres is the minimum
I grew up competing in the horse circuit, which means I know these properties the way most people know their own neighborhoods — the land, the facilities, the fencing, the water rights, the questions you didn't know to ask. When you come to me looking for an equine or country property in the Lane Country area, I'm not googling what to look for. I already know. And that's a difference you'll feel.
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