Now, I’ve got to find a realtor to help me buy a condo. This seems to be the most daunting task. I really hope it’s easier to find a decent real estate agent than it is a decent date. I need someone who will help me not just see a commission written all over my face. I have little to no idea what I’m doing really. I need someone who will fight for me, who will answer my dumb questions and who will tell me when I’m being unreasonable.
This is a huge rite of passage for most people. No one ever says, “How did you find your realtor?” They should. In fact, from now on that is going to be my go to line for small talk once I hear that someone owns a home.
I don’t want to waste anyone’s time. I don’t have time of my own to waste. What I want is someone I can trust, someone I can build a relationship with because I will be buying more condos in the future. I’m diversifying my retirement portfolio. Did that sound all grown up? I think if you scraped off the bullshit in that statement, it might seem like a smart thing to do.
The other thing? I’m doing this whole thing completely alone. OK, not completely alone. I have supportive friends and family, but when a decision comes down, it’s all me, baby. This is both scary and fun.
All I know is that I’m sick of worrying about money and since I seem to be able to control that better than my love life, I’m going to focus on that more now.