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How It All Began
The House on Prosperity Way - A Bedtime Story for Grown-Up Girls
There once was a little brown girl named Tara. She had twisty, twisty hair. Her mother taught her how to appreciate fine clothes and shoes and especially how to be a gentle lady and take care of herself. Her father taught her all about houses and land and especially lots of ways to think about property.
When Tara grew up, she had two little brown boys of her own. She studied Psychology at a college in her village in the middle of California. Afterwards, she and the boys moved from the village to this interesting and funny town called Berkeley, with lots of interesting and funny people, and went to school to study a subject with the funny name "law."
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As soon as Tara graduated from law school, she decided she wanted nothing more than to buy a house for herself and her two little boys. She found a Realtor® and a mortgage broker, and they both told Tara she had been spending too much time in Berzerkeley if she thought it was possible to buy a house at that time and in that expensive place called the Bay Area. (It was a strong seller’s market, Tara only had $3000 in her piggy bank, and she had just gotten her first job after 3 years of being an unemployed student.)
Well, that little twisty-haired girl told them she knew it was do-able for her and her boys to buy a home. So, she looked and looked at lots of palaces, some gingerbread houses, a few cottages and a couple of huts. Then, she looked at a little house on a street called Prosperity Way – she liked the street and the neighbors, but the house itself? Not so much. So she kept on looking. She asked one seller if she could buy their very grand home (which cost much more than the house on Prosperity Way) and they said, "Sorry, no, 5 other people asked and they just offered more money than you." She looked at the house on Prosperity Way again, and just didn’t think so – it had bad wallpaper, it smelled kind of funny and the sellers would only sell it "as-is".
Tara went to look at a mini-palace, and made an offer to buy it. The sellers again said, “No, thanks, we’ve had 7 offers and 4 were higher than yours.” Tara’s agent took her back to Prosperity Way. Tara looked at the bay views, considered the square footage (nice!), and saw how much lower the payments would be on it than on the other two homes she had offered to buy, and decided to make an offer on the house on Prosperity Way. The sellers said, “Oh, yes, thank you! We’d be delighted to sell you our home!” Tara expected her home-buying process to be as twisty as her hair, and it sure was! Lots of stress, lots of drama, and lots of chaos – but Tara figured out how to solve all the problems (even when her advisors couldn’t) and she closed escrow on New Year’s Eve.
So, Tara and her boys moved into the little house on Prosperity Way. Tara started to practice the law, but decided it wasn’t her cup of tea. Instead, Tara thought she might like to try to help other grown-up girls (and boys!) buy their own properties without the twisty transactions. Because she had bought the house on Prosperity Way, rather than the grand home or the mini-palace, Tara could afford to quit her law practice and devote herself to studying and selling real estate.
Pretty soon, Tara was able to afford a grand home even nicer than those she had tried to buy before. And she was also able to use the equity she had built in the house on Prosperity Way to build her real estate business, buy more properties, and even start a couple of other business ventures (including a company that creates books and resources for grown-up girls everywhere who want to use homes and land to make their dreams come true, too). Tara and the two little brown boys and her one big brown boy (her new husband) lived happily ever after, largely thanks to the things Tara learned from her mother and father, and the resources provided by that little old house on Prosperity Way.
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