May 6, 2019
It took about twenty minutes after meeting Mark to feel like he was an old friend, and I don’t mean old in reference to his age. I was referred by my mother’s friend’s son whose name I don’t remember, but no matter the way in which he became my realtor, I am grateful.
Ten years ago, I was purchasing my first home, and as a single person fairly new to the area, I was nervous. I dragged Mark to every home for sale in Monterey County, from ones I couldn’t afford to ones caved in from foreclosure. I imagine most realtors would only put up with my needless worries, pickiness, and changes of mind if their client had more to spend than me, but for ten months, Mark accompanied me to hideous homes he knew I wouldn’t purchase and answered my calls even while vacationing. He may have given me humorous grief for my madness, but his patience through the process and his knowledge for all things homes alleviated the trepidation I had.
I wish I could say that ten years gave me the maturity I needed to purchase a new home with my partner, but together, we were just as anxiety ridden as I was the first time. With my new half in tow, we dragged Mark from Pacific Grove to Prunedale to places we’d like to forget, and no matter the time of day or day of the week, Mark was available. He answered our absurd questions, endured all the time we took up, and put us at ease.
Mark’s sincerity, tolerance, and expertise mean that until he fires us, there is no one we rather work with.