Melissa Marry

My Dad once told me all he needed in a house was his recliner, TV, a fridge and a bathroom. I laughed and asked him “then why do you live in such a nice house?” I’ll never forget his reply. He said, “I wanted a house your mom and you kids would be proud of... A home we would could make happy memories in, have friends over and enjoy. The perfect house…’The One!’” Growing up a Daddy’s girl, I’d go with him to “the shop” whenever I got the chance. Envision a truck repair garage with truckers coming and going, my Dad in his coveralls and me in my dress with hair in pigtails. When Dad started his second career as a realtor, I of course wanted to be involved and started out as his licensed assistant. Let me tell you, I learned the real estate ropes from that man! Upon college graduation, I went out on my own working in corporate America as an Account Manager and did extremely well serving ...