I'll let my professional bio tell you about my degree, volunteer work, and qualifications.

This is the real version.

I'm a terrible salesperson.

Not because I don't love real estate—I absolutely do. And not because I don't believe in our market—I do. I believe there's a buyer for every property and a property for every buyer. But I also believe not every property is right for every person.

That's why I'll usually tell you all the reasons not to buy a house before I tell you why you should. I'd rather lose a sale than help someone make the wrong decision.

My job isn't to sell you real estate. My job is to help you build a life you love.

I've spent my life on the Central Coast, and I've always been drawn to the things that make a place feel like home. I love gardens, old trucks, remodels, construction projects, and the satisfaction of fixing something with my own two hands. My life is full of animals, dirt roads, unfinished projects, and things that require more work than they probably should.

Maybe that's why I love real estate.

I don't see houses as inventory. I see them as the backdrop for real life—the place where families gather, traditions begin, kids grow up, projects get started, and memories are made.

I understand what it means to live in a home, care for it, improve it, and sometimes weather the unexpected when things don't go according to plan.

But more than houses, I love people.

I believe genuine connection still matters. I believe listening matters. I believe buying or selling a home is one of the biggest decisions most people will ever make, and it deserves more than a sales pitch.

So I listen before I advise. I guide rather than pressure. And I care about the people behind the transaction as much as the transaction itself.

That's what real estate means to me.

Home.