The only thing churning more intense than my stomach was the salt water in the Gulf of Mexico. The storm surge from Hurricane Ike had most coastal residents scrambling for higher ground and my gut craving Dramamine and that patch that embarrassingly sticks to the skin behind your ear that tells the world, “I am a land lover.” I was feeling seasick without ever leaving dry land.
I confess. I’m a Realtor in Houston, Texas who was a selling machine leading up to the “greatest storm” of my grandkid’s era. I survived the 175 MPH winds of Hurricane Carla, not to mention every hurricane before and after Carla since 1953. So, for me, this hurricane was just going to be another Texas breeze. My grandchildren, however, will tell my great grandchildren someday how they survived the greatest storm of their time. In my case however, the little ones will sit at my feet as I recount how I survived the greatest real estate storm of my time, at least since I came to Re/Max Houston 20 years ago. Now, I’m not talking about Hurricane Ike. I’m referring to the “Perfect Real Estate Storm” that hit Houston all at once and high winds and storm surges are only part of the story. Read the full article...
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