After 31 years in veterinary medicine, I had poured my heart into fighting for my clients, ensuring their adored pets received the best care possible. It was more than a job—it was a calling built on advocacy, trust, and the deep bonds I formed with my clients and their beloved pets. But as the years wore on, I hit a wall. The relentless hours began to wear me down, my body aching from the physical demands, and a quiet ache grew louder in my soul: despite all my dedication, I couldn’t provide the life I dreamed of for my family. The realization stung. Something had to give.
One stormy afternoon, I found myself on my front porch, cradling a steaming cup of coffee as a thunderstorm unleashed its fury. The rain hammered the roof, each drop echoing the tumult swirling in my mind, while flashes of lightning lit up the sky—electric, alive, urging change. I sat there, lost in thought, wrestling with my future. I needed a new path, one that would let me keep helping people, keep advocating, but also lift my family to the heights I’d always envisioned for them. The storm outside mirrored the one within me, and I felt the weight of possibility crackling in the air.
Then, like a bolt of clarity cutting through the chaos, it hit me. I drifted back to one of the brightest moments of my life—buying our most recent home. My husband and I had navigated a handful of real estate deals over the years, some seamless, others maddeningly tangled, but one experience shone above the rest. Our Realtor had been a revelation. With her steady hand, she guided us through the maze of paperwork and decisions with unflinching honesty, crystal-clear insight, and a warmth that made it all feel effortless. She hadn’t just sold us a house—she’d handed us a home to build memories in.
My heart raced as I grabbed my phone, the rain still pounding outside. I dialed her number, my voice trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. Did she love what she did? How had she built such a thriving career? Her response was immediate, electric with enthusiasm. “Yes,” she said, her voice brimming with conviction. She told me about the families she’d touched, the joy of helping them plant roots and chase dreams, and the doors real estate had opened for her own life. Her words ignited something in me—a spark I hadn’t felt in years.
That was the moment everything shifted. Right there, with the storm raging and my coffee growing cold, I knew. I threw myself into the journey with the same fire I’d once brought to veterinary medicine. I studied fiercely, poured over every detail, and earned my real estate license. The passion that had fueled me through decades of caring for animals didn’t fade—it transformed. I channeled it into this new calling, inspired by the woman who’d shown me what was possible.
Now, as a Realtor, I wake up every day driven by a single purpose: to give my clients the same honest, steady guidance that changed my life. I know firsthand how monumental buying or selling a home can be—it’s not just a deal, it’s a turning point, a chapter’s beginning or end. I’m here to make that journey smooth, to stand by their side and lead them through with confidence and care.
At my core, through every twist of this winding road, one truth remains unshaken: I am an advocate. It’s not just what I do—it’s who I am. And in real estate, I’ve found a new way to live that out.
