I started my real estate blog !
I have started a real estate blog today- OK whats next.
I have been told by the "experts" in our business I really need to do this so that I have a platform to communicate what is I do.
I really would like this blog to be about this wonderful place were we live.
It really is like Mayberry at the beach!
I have never done "anything" like this before and I am sure it will show in my writing. Having said that: I would like this blog to be read like we were having a cup of coffee together and just talking...The conversations over coffee have filled my life with the most wonderful memories.
As a young girl lying in bed, I remember the house having an early morning stillness, then I would hear my Dad moving around in the kitchen and I would see a dim light as it filters through the rest of the house. I would hear the familiar sounds: The cabinet door opening and a coffee cup being placed on the counter top, the coffee maker being turned on and it slowly increasing hiss and providing a wonderful smell though out the house. I would hear my Dad pouring a cup to take to Mom before making one for himself. The simplest of rituals can be most treasured childhood memories.
I always thought important conversations in life must happen over a cup of coffee. For that matter everyday conversations must happen over a cup of coffee. When I was growing up, my parent’s house was a hub of people visiting. Friends, neighbors and family would come over and the first thing my parents would ask when they walked through the door was: “Would you like a cup of coffee?”
This simple ritual, long established in my parent’s house, has moved in with me at my own house. The coffee machine is the star of our kitchen. Can you guess what is the first thing we ask when people come to visit? “Would you like a coffee?” Once the coffee is made, the conversation begins.
Many people here call this place paradise...
Even Paradise has its share of problems and controversies. While the rest of humanity is wrestling with topics like unemployment, homelessness, terrorism or the federal deficit, we tend to hyper-focus on things like “traffic” and parking. We fret about noise ordinances, mosquito control and wedding venue regulations.
Our community has a mixture of people. Though we may disagree on things like politics along with other things (bike paths uses), we all share the same wonderful place we call home. And frankly, it’s pretty hard to tell who’s who, because we’re all wearing t-shirts and flip-flops. The price for living in Paradise isn’t cheap … but it’s a price that we’re all happy to pay.
Hope you enjoying reading my blog from time to time and checking in on us here when you can.
God Bless,
Gena
I have been told by the "experts" in our business I really need to do this so that I have a platform to communicate what is I do.
I really would like this blog to be about this wonderful place were we live.
It really is like Mayberry at the beach!
I have never done "anything" like this before and I am sure it will show in my writing. Having said that: I would like this blog to be read like we were having a cup of coffee together and just talking...The conversations over coffee have filled my life with the most wonderful memories.
As a young girl lying in bed, I remember the house having an early morning stillness, then I would hear my Dad moving around in the kitchen and I would see a dim light as it filters through the rest of the house. I would hear the familiar sounds: The cabinet door opening and a coffee cup being placed on the counter top, the coffee maker being turned on and it slowly increasing hiss and providing a wonderful smell though out the house. I would hear my Dad pouring a cup to take to Mom before making one for himself. The simplest of rituals can be most treasured childhood memories.
I always thought important conversations in life must happen over a cup of coffee. For that matter everyday conversations must happen over a cup of coffee. When I was growing up, my parent’s house was a hub of people visiting. Friends, neighbors and family would come over and the first thing my parents would ask when they walked through the door was: “Would you like a cup of coffee?”
This simple ritual, long established in my parent’s house, has moved in with me at my own house. The coffee machine is the star of our kitchen. Can you guess what is the first thing we ask when people come to visit? “Would you like a coffee?” Once the coffee is made, the conversation begins.
Many people here call this place paradise...
Even Paradise has its share of problems and controversies. While the rest of humanity is wrestling with topics like unemployment, homelessness, terrorism or the federal deficit, we tend to hyper-focus on things like “traffic” and parking. We fret about noise ordinances, mosquito control and wedding venue regulations.
Our community has a mixture of people. Though we may disagree on things like politics along with other things (bike paths uses), we all share the same wonderful place we call home. And frankly, it’s pretty hard to tell who’s who, because we’re all wearing t-shirts and flip-flops. The price for living in Paradise isn’t cheap … but it’s a price that we’re all happy to pay.
Hope you enjoying reading my blog from time to time and checking in on us here when you can.
God Bless,
Gena
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