Like I mentioned earlier, I didn't plan on becoming a realtor. I was working in marketing—building websites and systems specifically for real estate agents. My neighbor happened to be in the business and casually said, "Why don't you just get your license? You already know all the marketing stuff." So I did. And here we are.

But let's back up. In 2020, when the world shut down, my girlfriend and I made a call: if we're going into lockdown, why do it in the city? So we packed up and headed to Squamish. We didn't know how long we'd stay but, well, we haven't left. Turns out, when you're surrounded by mountains, and good people, it's hard to go back.

Fast-forward to today, and real estate makes sense for me in a way I didn't expect. I spent years helping agents market themselves, so I knew the game. But what I didn't know was how much I'd care about helping people find the right place. Not just any place—the right one. The "F yeah" place.

Because here's the thing: real estate is expensive. Especially in Squamish. And it's not like it was for our parents. If you're buying here just hoping to ride some equity train without actually loving the place, don't. There are better investments. But if you love it here? If waking up to The Chief every morning is your "F yeah"? Then it makes sense. And I'll help you find it—no pressure, no rush, just honest advice and a hell of a lot of patience.

Now, as of 2025, I'm still doing the same damn thing—helping people buy homes in Squamish and along the Sea to Sky Corridor. And I still love it. Plus, I get to geek out about coffee, golf terribly, hang with my cats, and occasionally make cocktails for team-building events. Not a bad gig.