When we were kids growing up in the Silicon Valley in the 1970s, cherry and apricot orchards dotted Santa Clara County back then it was known by many as the the Valley of Heart’s Delight. There was no 85 freeway, Santana Row or Great America Parkway; and it was filled with your classic, middle-class neighborhoods.
Everyone drove station wagons with the fake wood paneling and ran into their neighbors while shopping at the Milk Pail Market, or having dinner at Chef Chu’s. We’d never heard of sushi or yoga. Our Mom’s didn’t get “blowouts,” but got their hair washed and set by someone named Gladys at the downtown beauty shop. For fun, we drove up to Redwood City to see Shamu the whale in the pond in front of what is today Oracle.
Ohhh…the old days when Shoreline was a drive-in movie theater AND the city dump, and we rode the bus to the Old Mill and watched Star Wars six times in a row. We have such fond memories of the Menu tree (where we got to choose from Chinese, Greek, Italian, Mexican cuisine and more under one roof), Pizza & Pipes (yes, they had organs playing at a pizza parlor), Bob’s Big Boy, The Peppermill, and birthday fun like the world famous Farrell’s Zoo.
Sure, there were a few companies in the Valley that would change the world, like Apple and Intel. But at the time we were running around in the hills of Los Altos, Silicon Valley was mostly known for fruit and lots of it. And no one who lived here really saw it coming – kind of like the Trump presidency.
Who could ever think that Mrs. Lee’s’ avocado green house — three bedroom, two bath, flat-roofed Eichler down the block from Mom’s — would one day sell for $2.63 million because someone started calling them “mid-mod’s” and doing spreads on them in Dwell magazine? Or that a 1968 apartment building that looks like a concrete bunker would sell a 2 BR condo with multiple offers for over $1.2 million.
These days, Silicon Valley is still our home, and we have grown right along with it. We’ve adapted to the high-speed start-up culture with its Iphones, twitter feeds and car-charging stations. We work with original homeowners cashing out and retiring to Tahoe, move-up buyers whose quaint little bungalows have outgrown their appeal (and closet space), and our favorite, wide-eyed first-time buyers who have no idea what they are doing though they are about to undertake the largest financial decision of their lives.
These people all have something in common. The common denominator is that they know we care and we can engineer their happiness. We wake up in the morning and instead of thinking, “how can we make money,” we think, how can we help our clients on their journey?
In general, we look at real estate like solving a Rubik’s Cube. In any transaction, there are a ton of moving parts, and getting them to line up correctly is the key. We are that nerdy kid in our Algebra Class who knew the patterns and solved the cube right away. We can take the guess work out of real estate, make you feel confident and give great attention to detail.
For us, real estate is more than a livelihood. It’s a responsibility. We know our neighborhoods and if you are a Birkenstock-wearing family of community gardeners, we’d never put you in the Country Club where all the neighbors drive Audi Q7s with a Labradoodle slobbering out the window. We also respect your budget. Though your lender may be saying you can spend $2 Million, we don’t want you wake up in your new home in a pool of cold sweat over your mortgage payment.
In practice, we’re property nerds of the first degree. We’re not satisfied until we know everything about everything. We’re nosy, demanding and never settle for less than the best interest of our clients.
So if you need to know about a neighborhood, school, new development, commute route, walk score or even a specific property, chances are we’ve seen it, bought it, toured it, sold it or are thinking of investing in it (or want to help you do the same).
We do our homework so let us collaborate with you to help you unlock homeownership.