About four years ago I went to my mailbox and found a postcard from a real estate agent saying she loved my older home. It had her name and number. It was Mary. When I decided to sell, I knew my home would be a challenge, so I gave her a call. She didn’t shrink from the peeling paint and was excited to see the scary, 150-year-old basement. I had lived in my house more than 40 years and Mary empathized with the range of emotions I was experiencing. That was the main reason I picked her to represent me. We went through the house and she gave me specific “assignments” to get ready. She did not ask me to make unnecessary, expensive upgrades. I cleaned up, did some interior painting, moved some furniture around. She brought in an excellent photographer. She did research on the history of the house, checked for open permits, anything that would hamper a sale. She pointed out expenses I could share with a buyer. Mary and I sat down with the comps she collected and set a price. After the open house, we negotiated with two or three potential buyers. I had an accepted offer in one week, that was 98% of my asking price. Later, my house was appraised for the full amount. In the months that followed, Mary was always available for any questions. I always felt she was a strong advocate for me. Even after the closing, Mary helped me tie up a few loose ends. I would never hesitate to recommend her.

