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The Road To Addiction Has An Innocent Start

ChocolateFrom Candy To Coffee

Like nearly every other Seattle-ite, (Or Woodinville-ite), I’ve become addicted to that syrupy brown goodness we call coffee.  In my case, it’s espresso, and it all started about 15 years ago during one of my very long meeting sessions at Microsoft.  Up until that point, I had never, ever, ever had a cup of coffee. Never.  That’s 33 years of living without drinking the brown liquor.  So I was standing outside the conference room, and there happened to be an espresso bar. The gentleman barista coaxed me over to talk to him because he was bored.

I started our conversation by asking him how many espresso drinks he made in a day, and after awhile it somehow came out that I had never had an espresso nor a coffee in my life.  Like any good, respectable drug dealer, he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.  The first drink was free (of course, I didn’t know at that time that all the espresso drinks made during that meeting were gratis).  And just like I’ve seen on those TV crime drama shows, the new user can’t take the hard stuff right away, so it has to be cut with something to make it easier to handle.  In my case, the cutting agent was chocolate.  Thus began my addiction to Mochas.

We Are All Drug Dealers Of A Sort

cream-cornThink about it.  As a parent, how do you get your kid to eat his vegetables?  You cut it in with something else that’s appealing to his/her palette.  I began my life with creamed corn and creamed spinach, first from a baby food jar, then from the freezer section.  I slowly graduated to canned corn, spinach dip, and finally to corn on the cob and spinach salad.  My love of oysters began with fried oysters (who doesn’t like anything fried?). Now I slurp raw oysters on the half shell whenever I get the opportunity.  I blame my mom.

I’m Not Immune To The Stuff

One of my favorite music videos is from Robert Palmer.  As a result, I’m addicted to love. Or maybe it’s just the video…


Grandma Is To Blame…

new homeFor my addiction to real estate.  As a child, I observed my grandmother as she managed her vast real estate holdings, and even accompanied her when she had to paint or clean the insides of the units.  It looked so easy!  Of course, as a young impressionable child, everything looked easy.  There’s nothing more exciting than walking into a new home, with the aroma of new carpeting and freshly painted walls, all while imagining the possibilities.

I know that many of my clients are as addicted to real estate as I am.  I see clients that have closed on their home still frequenting my website and using the search engine to look at homes.  If you’re one of those clients (and you know who you are…), I’m here to tell you that it’s okay.  Go ahead and look.  Just make sure that when the urge to buy something else becomes overwhelming, that you call me to assist you with the purchase.

What Are You Addicted To?

I’ve shared some of my addictions, go ahead and share some of yours.  I promise not to judge…  Who knows, sharing might even be cathartic.

When REALiTY BiTES, Bite Back!

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