After a whole month off, putting together the condo that remains unrented, and trying to act as unpaid labor for every single person who has an idea and thinks to ask me to play along, I am finally back to work. It feels good on some levels, and on others, it feels weird and unfamiliar. I wonder what I missed in that long month? Have you ever gone on a really long vacation or leave of absence, and felt like an alien when you went back to the office? There is a strange disconnect with reality when you face the computer screens or office forms that you used to work on every single day, all day. They don't feel like they apply anymore.
I had to remind myself of the basic steps this morning. I had two showings with good friends who are ready to buy now, and like someone patting their pockets for keys that are always in the same place, I had to talk myself through printing out listing information, writing down door codes in places I could find them, and getting out of the house exactly on time. Even the language of real estate didn't drip from my tongue easily at first. I was rusty, but I think I got up to speed by the time we really got going.
I have gone from zero to sixty again. In the last week, I have picked up three incredibly solid leads. When I completed the last two closings on the same day, I really thought I might be completely done, with no chances for work and income in the near future. I have one guy still floating out there, wanting a big lot in the mountains, but he is probably a year out. I'm going to look okay for this year, from what I've done so far, but it's still nice to know that next year I'll actually work and make money too.
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