This is a guest posting from our dear friend Audrey:I was on a patio on Elgin Street recently with friends, including Conch Shell and Painted Stick. Conch Shell told me that, the evening before, she had been at home, working on her new laptop computer, when Painted Stick came into the room and asked her what she was doing. She said, "looking at porn". He went over and saw she was looking at a real estate website.
Conch Shell and I share a love of real estate. People tell us that we should be agents! We are always delighted to hear this. This summer we checked out the requirements and we were completely daunted by all the steps involved. Is there a way of being an agent without taking a course?
Others in our circle of friends do not share this passion for real estate.
They do not, daily, review homes for sale in the Glebe and Dow's Lake on the Multiple Listing Service. They might even find it odd that neither I, nor Conch Shell, is actually looking to purchase a home. (We are just keeping an eye on the market!)
They do not spend hours in cramped auction houses assessing the beauty and possible utility of hundreds of items.
They do not lust after the sublime furniture at Van Leeuwen's in the Ottawa Byward Market.
They do not order British pottery online from Bridgewater.
They do not share my already-admitted addiction to house magazines.
I recently met a couple who had owned 23 houses over the course of their 25-year marriage. They told me that this was unintentional! They admitted that they had a passion for homes and that they fell in love with the possibilities of a new home - the new canvas, the new location.
And so, my question, dear readers, is this: What should Conch Shell and I do to take our love of real estate to the next level?
