Let’s get this out of the way from the start: I am not representative of all realtors. What I write in this space is not the voice of the profession. I’m sure there’s a room somewhere full of realtors, singing Abba songs and sharing their gratitude that they’re so fortunate to have the opportunity to make dreams come true. I don’t know where it is but I bet it exists. They don’t tell me these things. I don’t know the secret handshake.
I truly started as a realtor in 2014. I dipped my toe in it in 2011 the same way that everyone else: they have a mental breakdown and convince themselves that selling real estate is the answer to all of their problems. So I don’t count that. In 2014, I quit my job and went all in. I hear so many of my fellow professionals say that they’re in it for the love and the passion and their unwavering desire to help families transition to their next chapter of life, but that’s certainly not why I did it. That sounds super nice and everything, but I did it because I don’t think I’m very good as someone else’s employee and it seemed like the easiest and least expensive way to start your own business. So I went for it. And that’s how I became a real estate agent.