This week, in our continuing blog series Get to Know your Realtor, we are pleased to introduce Stephanie Walsh as our newest team member and our newest blog contributor. When Stephanie says it's been a whirlwind, she's not joking! She's come to us with energy, ideas, stories, humor, and insights. We are so happy to have her as part of Better Homes and Gardens The Shanahan Group. Back in 2010 I started my Real Estate career in Boston with apartment rentals. My office was right between the University of Boston and Boston College a perfect location for walk-in clients. My office was great and had the support and networking systems I was looking for. I remember during my first showing our office manager talked me through the steps in showing an apartment. I was so nervous!! I got in my car, put my GPS on, and headed out to meet my client. My palms were sweating and my heart was beating fast. I pulled up to this adorable one bedroom apartment in the heart of Brighton where I met my first client. I calmly introduced myself and keyed into the apartment. We looked around and talked about the sunny living room and recently updated kitchen. He seemed to really like the atmosphere and location and cheerfully asked for an application. I was so proud of myself! Throughout my Real Estate career I have encountered many funny and awkward moments. One afternoon during my rental career, I had a showing in Somerville then another, one hour later in Brighton center. I was stressed out about time and nervous I wouldnt make it to Brighton. I got in my car and tried to turn it on nothing. My car wouldnt start and I now had a showing appointment, which was about a half hour away. There was only one solution to my problem I needed to call my dad! I was lucky that my father was at a plumbing job in Cambridge and could switch cars with me. Little (funny) problem the car I was getting was a large white pickup truck with pipes and tools loaded in the back. But it was my only option I had to! Luckily, I made it to Brighton in time for my showing and saw my clients waiting at the driveway. I opened my not so stylish truck door and slid out in my heels. The couple laughed as I made my way over while asking, Are you from maintenance? I was shocked! Chuckling, I replied, No! Im your agent! I still laugh about this story to this day! Now Im a Realtor with Better Homes and Gardens The Shanahan Group in Winchester. The first couple of weeks have been a whirlwind. As a Realtor now based in Winchester, I need to create databases, send out announcements, and interact with people and organizations, such as Family Action Network, supporting families and the Winton Club, supporting Winchester Hospital, to form relationships. I need to become familiar with the area; what it means to be in The Flats vs. Winchester Highlands - not to mention the brand new Vinson-Owen school that just opened, Winchester High's award winning status, and so on. Luckily, as a lifelong resident of Stoneham I've got that area covered - as well as my knowledge of the surrounding communities such as Wakefield, Medford, and Woburn. I am ecstatic that I am part of such a wonderful company, which is the number one trusted brand in Real Estate! I know I will succeed in this new chapter in my life. I have a great support system here at the office along with my family and friends. Best part about this new chapter, my phone extension is the number 19 my familys lucky number I now know this wonderful opportunity is meant to be. Im not just a Realtor selling houses but forming lifelong relationships with my clients. I give 100 percent to everything I do and Im extremely down to earth. I might be living my dream but Im also making dreams come true for others!
My first "I remember where I was" moment occurred when the Challenger exploded just after take-off. It was January 1986. A nor'easter was blowing into Massachusetts and my school closed early to make sure everyone got home safely. A bunch of us rented some movies and headed to my friend, Joe's house to watch. One movie was Thief of Hearts. I can't remember the other one. My friend Michele called her father to tell him where she was. I can remember her saying, 'What?!" and to us, "the shuttle exploded! Turn on the TV!" There are others now. But twelve years ago... I was sitting in my office in Andover and my husband called me when he got into his office in Cambridge. He commented he'd just heard on the radio that someone had just flown into the World Trade Center. We both thought it was some poor idiot in a Cesna. We both thought it was an accident. We hung up and I ambled into my boss, Lee's office and told her. She tried to get onto CNN.com and couldn't. Then another co-worker ran in to say a second plane had just hit the other tower. Not an accident. An attack. We were in a new building and didn't have a television, so all over, small groups of people gathered around small images on computer monitors. Every time someone managed to get some news, it spread as horrible rumors through the office. As we learned about Flight 93, my friend, June got a panicked, crying call from her college-aged son. His dad was flying back from PA today. Had she heard from him? She had not but later learned, thank God, he was not aboard that flight. Finally, Lee and I left the building to run to a local Best Buy to get a TV. Going home would take too long. It was in Lee's Jeep that we heard that the first tower had fallen. We saw the second tower fall standing among strangers in front of a big-screen TV in Best Buy. We spent a longer while at work, eventually leaving to watch the horror unfold from the comfort of our own homes. There, I pleaded with my husband to leave the job he had just started a few weeks before. He worked in Kendall Square, Cambridge where MIT is located. I was sure if there were more attacks "they" would target the academic centers soon. He didn't leave until 5:00 and was home in record time. No one was on the roads. He found me in front of the TV exactly where I had landed when I arrived home hours before. We watched more. We headed to his mom's to wish her a "happy birthday." More TV, bed, sleep. In the morning, we woke up back to the bad dream that was our new reality.