Winds of Change

It is 11:17 p.m. on Thanksgiving Day, and I am wrapped up snug in a blanket at my computer desk in the basement, about as far away from Black Friday shopping as I can get.  I can't tell you the last time I made a shopping run to Norfolk or Sioux City.  I have had a lot on my proverbial plate for the last five months.  In July, I made the decision that it was time to fulfill a dream I have had since I was five years old to own my own business.  If you would have asked me back then what I wanted to be, I would have told you a farmer.  It wasn't until I was 25 that I realized real estate might be the thing I was truly destined for with just a splash of farmer on the side.  This decision had been weighing heavily on my mind for several months knowing that my current employer was moving in the direction of semi-retirement at the end of 2019. Within a matter of a few days in the middle of July, I had purchased the building located at 219 Main Street without so much as telling my husband it was happening. I simply pulled up to his shop after work, and told him I had a surprise. He guessed right away what I had done, and the rest is history.  He must trust me because he hasn't questioned a thing throughout this entire process.  And, so we begin our 8th year of the do-it-yourself saga that has consumed our marriage.

I've spent the last four months getting i's dotted and t's crossed, and I still have a ways to go. I want to tell all of YOU, my loyal buyers and sellers, that there is no need to panic.  I will be relaying more information to you as we enter the month of December.  Due to strict sanctions by the Nebraska Real Estate Commission, I am fairly limited as to what I can say just yet.  However, be assured that you are my top priority as we enter into the final month of this transition.

Now you know that this new business venture is largely the reason I have been laying pretty low these days.  I haven't had much of a chance to come up for air, let alone go shopping or leave town.  I spent the bulk of today vacuuming and cleaning carpets, which might not sound like a very glamorous way to spend Thanksgiving, but it was good for my soul.  At least I wasn't the poor sap that got stuck reinstalling the toilet after the new flooring was installed in the bathroom (thanks, Tim!)  And I don't want to take any credit away from my big brother Tom Hansen, Rug Doctor extraordinaire, who ran the carpet cleaner while I vacuumed...and vacuumed....and vacuumed.  Pretty sure I'm going to need a new vacuum after this.

So, for the next few weeks (or years), I'm going to be burning some midnight oil.  I couldn't do so without the support of so many understanding friends, family, customers, clients, and colleagues like you.  I am truly thankful for all of you, and for your words of encouragement.  Goodness, I'm tearing up just thinking about each and every one of you and what a treasure it is to know you.  Thanks for your patience and for sharing in my excitement!  Change is hard, and life isn't all real estate and roses.  So long as we trust in each other and work together, we should be able to make it through.  Welcome Home.