The thing is, Irene did not stop looking. I was almost irritated. It was a beautiful evening and I was relaxing at my sidewalk table in a cool breeze. It seemed kind of late to go gallivanting across the county to look at houses. “Ok, ok, I’ll go check”, I said, “I’ll call you back in about half an hour.” I drove home, opened my email and saw the listings. A few looked quite intriguing. I called her back and we agreed to meet at her office and go look at some. Along the way she needed to get some gas and she literally ran to and from the car to pay after filling up. I kind of chuckled, thinking to myself, “Gee, she’s more excited than I am!” When I saw the first house, I understood. The price had just been reduced; it was the day before a long holiday weekend and soon there would be many others pounding on the door. Irene knew we had to strike immediately or it would be gone. I loved the place. It was the right size, location, neighborhood and price! I didn’t want to leave, but I decided to look at one more place nearby, priced slightly higher. We went, looked, and I said to Irene, “ok, let’s write up the other one.”

We drove out to Skipper’s, sat outside and wrote up the offer while I ate my dinner of fish ’n chips. We drove back and presented the offer and it was accepted. The sellers were eager and wanted to close in a mere 3 weeks. If we had not acted that night, I’m sure the house would have been gone by the weekend’s end. Irene stuck with me the whole way and was in close contact to ease my frazzled nerves. I think perhaps I was a bit more frazzled than many, due to my first time experience and the rush of everything happening within only 3 weeks. But Irene, with her dedication and enthusiasm, made my sleep-deprived, over-caffeinated, anxiety-ridden journey far less complicated than I expected. She put me in a home about 3 months earlier than I was anticipating. I’m loving my new home but if I decide to buy another one, I know who I’ll call first!