
Adrienne Mickels

This past week marked my eighth real estate transaction—yes, I’m basically a semi-professional homebuyer at this point—and my very first in the majestic land of North Carolina. I’ve tangoed with stellar realtors in Virginia and Florida… but then came the dark ages. My last experience in the Midwest? Picture a reality show called Realtors Gone Rogue. It was traumatic. Let’s just say I approached the Triangle market with all the caution of someone crossing a rickety bridge over a pit of emotional snakes. Enter Adrienne. She was recommended by my CEO—who doesn’t just hand out compliments or contacts like candy on Halloween. So when she raved about Adrienne, I took note. And boy, was she right. If you’re looking for someone to help you buy or sell a home, just stop reading and call Adrienne now. No, seriously, save yourself the scroll. This woman is a unicorn. Not only does she know the market inside and out, she understood my laundry list of must-haves faster than I could say “no carpet flooring.” She’s relentlessly dedicated, somehow always reachable (does she sleep?), and forever five steps ahead. The search lasted six months—not because of her, but because I’m picky. Like, “HGTV diva meets spreadsheet analyst” picky. Adrienne was endlessly patient, showed me more than 30 homes, and didn’t even flinch when I asked to see “just one more… again.” Oh, and get this—she was literally two hours out of surgery at one point and still scheduling showings for me. I told her to rest. She told me the house market waits for no one. And the magic didn’t stop once we were under contract. She handled inspections, coordinated with my lender, communicated with the attorney, and tied up every loose end with the grace of someone hosting a high-stakes dinner party during a hurricane—all while being impossibly charming. By now, she’s not just my realtor. She’s a friend. A unicorn friend. Adrienne is a gem. Actually, scratch that. She’s the whole treasure chest!
