I didn't find my dream house.

I was outbid on my dream house,

along with 10+ other houses I put offers in on.

I'm talking $50k over asking plus ALL CASH offers. 

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With a 90-day deadline and all illusions of a dream home dashed, I was desperate.

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I found a flip house sold to me by a brand new realtor who lied to my face and ghosted me on closing day.

I bought it anyway.

Fresh off a cross-country move,

living on an air mattress in my sister's guest room,

surrounded by a newborn and a toddler,

in the middle of a Kansas City summer that felt like the actual surface of the sun.

Within 30 days of closing, I got laid off and the AC died.

Peak comedy.

What followed was two years of shoveling snow, cleaning sewer lines,

waterproofing a basement, replacing windows, floors, HVAC, and insulation.

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I poured every dollar, every weekend, and every ounce of stubbornness into this house until it became something I'm genuinely proud of.

Now it's actually move-in ready. Actually.

This house is finally a first-time home buyer's dream house. 

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I got to be the first woman in my family to own real estate on her own.

And now I'm moving back to Colorado — not starting over, but leveling up.

This house deserves someone who gets to skip the hard part and

go straight to the good stuff.

That person should be you.

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