What a way to end a day

“A conversation…” tonight about the West End and surrounding communities was a great way to end it. 

Hearing the concerns of neighbors, old/new and potential shed light on some areas we(Realtors) have not considered or focused on.  Sure, there were the normal questions about safety, housing renovations and crappy agent experiences- but there were also very real questions about the availability of affordable rental housing for students and the home purchase process for the millennials. Which, to be honest, is something I had considered myself to be, until I looked up the definition : “Millennials (also known as the Millennial Generation or Generation Y, abbreviated to Gen Y) are the demographic cohort following Generation X. There are no precise dates for when the generation starts and ends; most researchers and commentators use birth years ranging from the early 1980s to around 2000.”

Yikes- ….Maybe I’m not. However, I still am within their range, right? I STILL feel their pains.

Somewhat.  

Honestly, I’ve never worried about such things. Which is why i feel that I’m behind in all of this. In 1997 I was offered to by a Brownstone in Brooklyn for $118k. I scoffed, thinking “who would want to spend that kind of money in this hood” …. That Brownstone today is worth $1.5million( more, if the neighboring home sells for their $2million list price).

“Opportunity Costs”

That experience shook me and is one of my deepest life regrets. Now, I’m lifting rocks to find one at $800k. And, I’m certainly on a mission to ensure my experiences are shared and others do not fall into the same ditch. What a huge burden to carry! 

But is it a burden? Or is it just what you or I am equipped to do….

Tonight was good. Real good. It’s time to throw some energy towards our millennials.  After all, they are the future. 

As usual, when I returned home, I did a “drive by” past my missed opportunity in Brooklyn….now a historic landmark.  

I pray I will never miss another opportunity. 


 I also pray the serenity prayer …

“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, courage to change the things I can and wisdom to know the difference.”

…the storm is over…

After my 15hr drive back from Brooklyn, I’m tempted to sleep the day away…wondering why my room had gotten so bright..


I guess, God has other plans for me.

The sun felt like confirmation to the end of a storm. Not only the storm of yesterday or last week- but an ongoing storm in life.  Then I received a notification from the Word Of Faith app and tuned into their live service. 

1 Samuel 4….as the preacher stated, a bad chapter for those in it, everyone dies. But even in this, there was hope- light at the end of a tunnel (literally) as a baby was born. Although a life line, it was not seized by the bearer, who named the child something like “the glory of God departed” before she died. 

I had to review.  

What am I giving  birth to, and disregarding?  

The journey to Brooklyn was emotional. Yes. I’m sure hard for many to believe as I don’t show many sad emotions (usually my sadness manifest in anger and aggravation) but it was very hard to “walk the last mile” with this lady…


…I refuse to dwell in sadness, as God has given me a reconfirmed focus and desire. 

My three are now finally up & about- annoying each other, and in between Leah (12) made breakfast … Eggs & crescent rolls

I am blessed and favored, with people present and memories. 

Now to get up and see the damage yesterday’s storm caused to my car. A tree greeted us in our driveway- all across our SUV.  God must be making room in my life for a Tesla 

Sharing a few smiles below, can you believe my baby has grown!


Oh I also brought home several packs of my favorite candy!! Can’t seem to find these in Atlanta 

 

New Orleans was wonderful….

 We did a lot in 5 days! Can you tell?   

    
    
  

    
    
    
   

   

  

  

  

   
    
    
 

   
    
    
 
   
    
 
   
    
   
   
   
   
    
   
   
   
 
    
   

   
   
     
    
   
   

   
 
   
    
 

Life IS fragile

Yesterday I attended a “wake” at Willie Watkins on Ralph David Abernathy Blvd& Peeples St. … I rarely attend these, or funerals -but it was the mother of a dear friend. My intentions were to slide in, kiss her (my friend),show my support-then slide out.  

However, God had other plans. 

I was amazed at the beauty of the deceased. She was born in 1928, lived a strong life, and well loved. Unlike anyone I have ever seen, in this state, she really did look good. Dressed in a pink suit, with a lace handkerchief in her hands- she looked dainty and fragile. But obviously her “dainty and fragile” appearance was purely due to circumstance as the many poured over her praises of being a “strong solid mother”. 

Her work was complete. 

I sat. 

I watched. 

I listened, to the many members recall memories and reconnect with each other. I absorbed a lot of love, sadness, and felt the thoughts of others ‘up in age‘ contemplating their own time. I wondered about my family and what circumstance may occur to get everyone together again.  After all, I do have a Nana, now 93…but really, no day is guaranteed to any of us.

Then, I thought about myself. 

 “What am I doing with the time God has given me?”  And, if I were to be called home tomorrow- would I be content with what I’ve done?  Have I made any significant contribution to the world? Did I strive for the “right” things?  What more can or should I do? 

It may seem odd, but I love these contemplative moments. They help us re-evaluate, stay on or get back on track. These moments also often energize weary souls. 

Today with renewed purpose, I am thankful for the reminder,Life IS fragile. And, when I am called home, I will have peace in knowing that I have spent a significant portion of my life, helping others and changing lives. 

As a Realtor, from day one, it’s been my mission to help rebuild communities, fight for the “under dog” and spread the news to those thinking its “impossible”- that they CAN own and build a legacy for their children.  

With God, I have helped break the cycle of poverty. I helped save families from bankruptcy and homelessness. I helped seniors get out of fraudulent loans made by their children.  I helped many find lost joy in communities they grew up in and ran away from. I helped young couples set the stage for their future families. I helped singles develop a strategy to accumulate wealth. I helped those divorced obtain independence. I helped those widowed gain peace to remember. I have championed the story of “revitalization” versus the term “gentrification” with its negative connotation …and sometimes scars we speak into existence when we embrace or accept the negative affects of this word.  

I am a firm believer in those stronger, more knowledgable, bolder and financially able are to be the protectors of those who are weaker.  I respect our seniors and consider their wisdoms.  

I am my brothers keeper….and although weary at times, the recognition of the fragility in Life is all that is needed to reinvigorate. 

I am glad my story is not complete,and I am thankful for my progress….

Enjoy your weekend.

~ Nia