Since moving to Georgia, there has been a parade of men through my house.
And no, not like you are thinking.
What I am getting at is that I have had so much support, assistance, and all around general "nice-guyness" from a group of men that if I sit back and look at it, I am moved and amazed.
Let me introduce you to my posse.
Prior to even moving to Georgia, I connected with Nicholas, my agent, and from there he put together this amazing team including Shawn (broker) and Richard (attorney). I always felt that I had this support structure to totally represent me, especially when I could not be here in person. These guys, who didn't know me at all, really did all they could to not only walk me through every step of the process, but really to make sure I was treated fairly. There are some points when buying a house on your own that can be very overwhelming, I can't tell you how invaluable these guys were, as I am not sure I would have made it through the process without them.
My sister has this amazing man in her life, and lucky for me I get to call him my brother-in-law. I never even asked, and during one of my house hunting trips to Georgia he just said "Whenever you are ready, you let me know and I will drive your moving truck to Georgia". Yep. Just like that. Like it was “hey, I will take you up to the store to get some milk” except it was a 26 foot Penske truck filled to the rim with very poor shocks. For 12 hours. Who does that? Oh, yeah... he does that.
And then there is my brother-in-laws brother… who, when I was stuck at IKEA with a ton of furniture that I needed to bring home, shows up with his truck and helps me move it all into the house. No questions asked. Never mind that he is on the other side of Atlanta (and for those not from here, that’s at least an hour and a half drive).
And these are just some of the many examples of how they have helped me.
After getting into the house, my dad has been my Mr. Fix-It. So far he has replaced door handles, cabinet knobs, front and back door lights, my under-the-counter radio in the kitchen that I can’t live without, towel racks, storage baskets… well, you get the idea. And all this just weeks after knee replacement surgery. He has also been my advocate at Lowe’s when I have been out of town to deal with my adventures in trying to purchase a new front door (another post, another time). And while he can be a tad stressful sometimes, I am beyond grateful for all he has done for me.
For the larger projects, Nicholas (who knows everyone) hooked me up with a general contractor Brandon (who also knows everyone). Brandon, at 23, has “a guy” for everything. His network is amazing. Pluming issues- yep, that was Shane. HAVC? Yep, Justin came to fix that. Siding needs to be replaced? That would be the other Brandon. When I had him look at my dryer because it wasn’t working, we couldn’t figure out what was wrong. My panic started to take over- I could NOT afford a new dryer at this point, and really don’t have the time for Craig’s list- and in two seconds Brandon was on the phone and I hear him say, “ you still looking at getting rid of that dryer?”. Before I know it we are in the truck headed to Atlanta to pick up my new-to-me dryer… for free. Amazing.
Heck, even my new favorite radio station is called Dave FM. (Thanks, Kev!)
So in a world where I am often quick to praise the strength, resourcefulness, multi-tasking ability of the women in my life (who all still rock, and I could not live without) I really feel it was important to pause and say thanks to all the men that have helped me get to where I need to be.
If this is any indication of the way a southern gentleman operates, I think I am going to love it here.
And no, not like you are thinking.
What I am getting at is that I have had so much support, assistance, and all around general "nice-guyness" from a group of men that if I sit back and look at it, I am moved and amazed.
Let me introduce you to my posse.
Prior to even moving to Georgia, I connected with Nicholas, my agent, and from there he put together this amazing team including Shawn (broker) and Richard (attorney). I always felt that I had this support structure to totally represent me, especially when I could not be here in person. These guys, who didn't know me at all, really did all they could to not only walk me through every step of the process, but really to make sure I was treated fairly. There are some points when buying a house on your own that can be very overwhelming, I can't tell you how invaluable these guys were, as I am not sure I would have made it through the process without them.
My sister has this amazing man in her life, and lucky for me I get to call him my brother-in-law. I never even asked, and during one of my house hunting trips to Georgia he just said "Whenever you are ready, you let me know and I will drive your moving truck to Georgia". Yep. Just like that. Like it was “hey, I will take you up to the store to get some milk” except it was a 26 foot Penske truck filled to the rim with very poor shocks. For 12 hours. Who does that? Oh, yeah... he does that.
And then there is my brother-in-laws brother… who, when I was stuck at IKEA with a ton of furniture that I needed to bring home, shows up with his truck and helps me move it all into the house. No questions asked. Never mind that he is on the other side of Atlanta (and for those not from here, that’s at least an hour and a half drive).
And these are just some of the many examples of how they have helped me.
After getting into the house, my dad has been my Mr. Fix-It. So far he has replaced door handles, cabinet knobs, front and back door lights, my under-the-counter radio in the kitchen that I can’t live without, towel racks, storage baskets… well, you get the idea. And all this just weeks after knee replacement surgery. He has also been my advocate at Lowe’s when I have been out of town to deal with my adventures in trying to purchase a new front door (another post, another time). And while he can be a tad stressful sometimes, I am beyond grateful for all he has done for me.
For the larger projects, Nicholas (who knows everyone) hooked me up with a general contractor Brandon (who also knows everyone). Brandon, at 23, has “a guy” for everything. His network is amazing. Pluming issues- yep, that was Shane. HAVC? Yep, Justin came to fix that. Siding needs to be replaced? That would be the other Brandon. When I had him look at my dryer because it wasn’t working, we couldn’t figure out what was wrong. My panic started to take over- I could NOT afford a new dryer at this point, and really don’t have the time for Craig’s list- and in two seconds Brandon was on the phone and I hear him say, “ you still looking at getting rid of that dryer?”. Before I know it we are in the truck headed to Atlanta to pick up my new-to-me dryer… for free. Amazing.
Heck, even my new favorite radio station is called Dave FM. (Thanks, Kev!)
So in a world where I am often quick to praise the strength, resourcefulness, multi-tasking ability of the women in my life (who all still rock, and I could not live without) I really feel it was important to pause and say thanks to all the men that have helped me get to where I need to be.
If this is any indication of the way a southern gentleman operates, I think I am going to love it here.
That is awesome! So happy things are going well!
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