It’s been a real pleasure, privilege, in fact, selling real estate in Hamilton.
Twenty-some years later, I still love the business, still feel enthusiastic about meeting clients, a thrill watching my clients’ delight as they find their home or that mental calculator turn on in my investor’s eyes as I show them a money maker.
I sell everything that does not move- from starter homes to move-up homes, to down-size condos.
I work with first-time investors, buying their single-family rental or seasoned people adding to an established portfolio.
I’ve sold homes that should be bulldozed to homes that should be featured in a magazine.
I provide superior service, look after my clients’ interest, provide quality information crucial to making good, sound decisions and tie up all the details, beginning to end.
That, in a nutshell, is my job; some architecture, some building, some staging, some psychology, lots of marketing and sales, some real estate law, information compilation and mostly, one to one human interaction, without pomp and pageantry.
Add to that that I’m living in Hamilton, a quirky diamond in the rough, on the verge of becoming what it is entitled to be -a great city in its own right— well, it all couldn’t be any better, could it?
My business has sustained itself through word of mouth, referrals, client repeats. Now I’m getting clients’ kids calling me. I can’t thank my clients enough for entrusting me with their single largest financial asset.