The Realtor (LA Story)

Hubby and I were surfing the internet looking for apartments when we signed up on an apartment website, the crazy thing is I'm not sure which site we joined because all of them want you to join, that lead us to this amazing realtor. She was like a case manager!

Upon leaving Philadelphia my son said that he wouldn't come but would keep the apartment until we decided to come back. Life happened & my son loss the apartment. I'm not angry or disappointed in him, if you knew the story you'd agree it wasn't his fault. That left us in a rather interesting situation we were now homeless, if we went back & I didn't want to go back, we were making more money out here but trying to save a security deposit while paying $2500.00 a month for AirBnB's & hotels was absolutely insane.

We've been in Cali a year & a half and this housing situation was becoming very mentally draining at least for me. I looked at our finances & hopped on the internet, we were doing considerably better than we were when we first arrived so I figured we mind as well get an apartment. We met this latino realtor she was & is such a blessing. She doesn't get paid unless we get into a home. She gave me life because she was on it, calling, texting and setting appointments for viewings. We work overnight so we needed to be in bed by 2pm to get enough rest for the coming night. For two weeks our days went as follows; come in at 8am meet the realtor at 10am view an apartment be back by 1pm. When she realized we didn't have a car she came picked us up, even took us to run some errands, or print out pay stubs, make copies, I mean she helped us do all we needed. She even suggested that she would talk to her husband about renting us their extra room so that we could save more and continue to work on our credit for the next 6 months.

That didn't happen, not that I thought is was, I mean we were struggling strangers😂 but I appreciated the idea, she is extremely sweet. We ended up having to go into our savings for a couple different reasons, which dwindled the security deposit funds & we also found out our credit wasn't as high as we thought. We have a little ways to go but will continue to need housing in the meantime, I mean who doesn't! We're good in the expensive ass AirBnB we're in for now. The support of the realtor took a ton of stress off of me & my husband said she removed three wrinkles off my forehead! If your in Cali and your looking for housing I suggest you hit up this company & get some stress off your spirit as you endure this weird housing market set up.

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