Linda

Serendipity? Beginner’s luck? Magic??
Whatever the reason, my house found me. 

I had set my sights high... A retreat from my high-paced Silicon Valley career, a sanctuary where I could focus on my spiritual practices. Stillness, nature, practicality, convenience. Was this even possible? Anne said, “Let’s go.”

Months of open houses, and still, nothing. Where was that cozy, tucked-away-from-the-world kind of home? Was this just magical thinking? Anne said, “Let’s keep going.”

Then: A glowing pearl hidden in plain sight, in a perfect Berkeley location, with perfect California light. It revealed itself to me like a poem, and felt like a haven... but it also felt out of reach, with 13 competing offers. Anne hardly said a word; she just wrapped me in a bubble of possibility. She gave me the confidence to follow my heart. And it worked.

It’s not what Anne said, or what she did. It’s who she is. Part strategist, part laser beam, part clairvoyant and... she might even be part alien. My house may have found me, but Anne found my well-lighted path to home.