At the age of nine years old I would dive into the Real State section of every Sunday morning paper. I combed through each house carefully and circled my favorites. I begged and pleaded with my parents to take me to as many open houses as possible. As the years passed my passion for Real Estate grew. The summer after my Freshman year in high school, I was unfortunately involved in an automobile accident and sustained a traumatic brain injury. With a long recovery ahead, my memories and love of Real Estate vanished. Many years later, my good friend would drag me to every open house in the area. After a couple of showings and a few lengthy conversations with the Realtor, my memories were sparked, flooded my mind, and set me on the path I was meant to explore. It's never to late to start a new journey!