My real estate origin story started as what felt like a far-flung fantasy. Let me rewind to seven-year-old me, eagerly waiting for the Sunday newspaper to land on the porch. If you grew up with the LA Times, you might remember that Sunday mornings meant the weekly Homes section. I’d pore over listing photos, prices, and neighborhoods, imagining who built these homes and who might live in them.
That curiosity stuck. I grew up, studied at UC Berkeley, spent time in the film and television world, but never fully shook my fascination with real estate. At the same time, I’d internalized all the stereotypes. Real Estate Agents were smooth talkers with blinding smiles and slicked-back hair. An introverted real estate agent felt like a contradiction.
The only way to quiet that voice was to try it for myself. What I discovered was that the very things I once thought disqualified me were actually my strengths. I’m deeply attuned to my clients’ excitement, and just as present for the fear, grief, or overwhelm that can surface along the way.
Rachel and I share high standards for ourselves and for this work. Together, we’re more focused, more thoughtful, and frankly, have more fun. Our strengths complement each other, and we’re united by a genuine love for our community and deep care for the people we serve.
Now, instead of imagining who might live in these homes, I get to know the people themselves. And that’s the best part.