When Will Home Prices Double in Sacramento?

“When my home is worth a gazillion dollars, call me.” That’s what a former client expressed this morning. It put a smile on my face, and it was a good thing to wake up to find in my email. It makes me realize that as a Sacramento real estate agent, I need to keep in the back of my mind that we are all a sum of our total experiences. Most sellers do not really know anything about real estate or how it works — even though they might think they do — because they are not in the real estate business and / or they didn’t focus on economics much less real estate in college.

We can’t forget our roots, from whence we came. At one point in my life, I knew very little about real estate. Back when I was crawling around on all fours. After I gained an upright position and could jump rope and tie my shoes, I began an early fascination with real estate. I built houses out of sandboxes. Later, of course, I learned much from college courses, mentors, books, and the very best learning ground: first-hand experience. That means I probably made mistakes from which I learned. That was about 40 years ago, but I still try to keep those moments in time in check and myself grounded in reality.

A former client called yesterday in a panic because she thought for certain that I had sent her the wrong document to sign. For some reason, she did not read the lone sentence on the document, which gave her exactly what she wanted. No, she insisted that I send her a different form that we do not use. Then, she dove into further panic mode because she had signed the document in DocuSign and that was not her signature on the document. How could that be legal, she asked?

We are all a sum of our total experiences.

However, that does not explain how Kevin Spacey acquired that upper-crust Southern accent when his character’s father was a peach farmer. I’m talking about that great Netflix show: House of Cards. I suppose it comes from hanging around with other aristocrats. You don’t have to grow up with it.

I am also excited about Game of Thrones. First, let me say I am no Scarlett O’Hara. I am not clutching a handful of dirt thrust into the air and crying as God is my witness, but I do remember my roots. And I try to stay true to who I am. I grew up in the Midwest, in Minnesota. I relate to that pull-herself-up-by-her-bootstraps character, the Khaleesi. Something I read described her as the balls of a man and the heart of a woman. I appreciate strong women, and it makes the show interesting to me because it wouldn’t be interesting if it was just about men fighting. I get enough of that excitement from third-party mortgage brokers who can’t fund. Only thing is I don’t have any dragons. I have cats, but almost the same thing. Except they can’t breathe fire or explain to clients that I will be dead and gone by the time their $300,000 home is worth again $600,000 in Sacramento.