A Mellow Week with Loud Music, Long Drives, and a Little Perspective
Let’s be honest—this past week was mellow ish. Mellow in the sense that no one broke any bones (a win), but also not mellow because I willingly loaded a car full of 8- and 9-year-olds and let them DJ. One word: quack. I’m still recovering.
Life: Parties, Game Nights, and a Parking Lot Nap
The chaos started over the weekend. Sterling’s birthday party was at Slick City by Colorado Mills, and naturally, I turned into a mom-Uber en route. I ran into a couple of other parents also heading to Sterling’s party at Critters (the best toy store in town) and offered to bring their kids too. So suddenly, I had a car full of energetic kids blasting The Duck Song—which might just be the worst song ever made. If you haven’t heard it, do yourself a favor and keep it that way. Protect your peace.
After Sterling’s party and a full loop around Colorado Mills with a couple of his friends (because mall laps are a great way to kill an hour), we raced to another birthday party at Main Event in Highlands Ranch. By the time I dropped him off, I had grand plans to hit Costco. Instead, I curled up in the back of my car and took the best nap of my adult life. Costco could wait—sleep achieved.
Friday night was a change of pace. Tag and I had a lowkey date night in Evergreen at Nana Thai Sushi—highly recommend. It has 4.8 stars on Google for a reason. I had been showing homes all day in Summit County, and since Tag’s been staying in Evergreen caring for his grandma, it was the perfect meet-in-the-middle dinner. We capped the night off with a hilariously bad Disney family movie with Sterling. No regrets.
But my favorite moment of the week? Monday night game night. Tag went to a hockey game with friends (love that for him), and I stayed home with the kids and Adam. Adam left for Sweden the next day, so I cherished that cozy night playing games with him and the kids. It’s the small stuff—these little, blink-and-you-miss-it moments—that remind me what it’s all about.
Oh, and in the middle of all this? Sterling, Lyric, and I bolted up to Conifer to catch the tail end of Bridger’s baseball game. They won again (go team!), and even though we were barely there for the final innings, it was totally worth the drive.
Sunday plans got canceled (two baseball games rain/snowed out), which turned into an unexpected blessing—extra work time and a full day at home. We wrapped the week with old friends over for cheeseburgers. Simple, solid, grounding.
Real Estate: The Long Game and the Short Naps
Real estate this week was a study in contrasts. We closed on my Turkey Lane listing, which was a bittersweet win. It didn’t hit the number we hoped for, but with how the market’s moving, it was a solid outcome—and most importantly, it got my clients into their next chapter. That’s the goal.
I previewed a beautiful upcoming listing in Evergreen—updated, on acreage, with a creek. It’s not horse acreage, but it’s great for mountain biking, hiking, and pretending you’re in a luxury Colorado postcard. More details coming soon.
Meanwhile, we’re probably pulling our Florida house off the market. The numbers just aren’t there right now, and I keep reminding myself (and my clients): real estate is a long game. We bought at the height in ‘22, like a lot of people did. But I recently heard a quote I can’t stop thinking about: “You can’t buy at the top of the market, but you can buy at the top of the moment.” That hit. Sometimes, the “top” is just where life puts you—and as long as you can hold onto it long enough, you’ll come out on top in the end.
Of course, that’s not always possible. Life happens. People need to sell, relocate, reset. It’s not easy. But in those moments, we have to zoom out and focus on what matters most—our people, our everyday joys, and the quiet strength we carry through it all.
The Denver metro market itself mirrored the vibe of the week: slower. Spring break, fresh mountain snow, and a general pause in buyer urgency meant activity dipped. Showings stayed steady, but offers didn’t follow. It’s still a buyer’s market out there, with more inventory and fewer homes going under contract. But with mortgage apps creeping up and spring break winding down, this weekend could shift things.
So here I am—feeling a little off, but also okay with that. I’ve learned not to resist those moments. They pass. Gratitude helps. So does being honest about it. And naps. Definitely naps.
Till next week!
