I open my front door.
There’s a woman there.
I look around…
It’s just us.
So my house is…talking to this woman?
The woman’s name is Jonisha Rios.
She’s a real estate agent in the Valley.
She talks to the buyer, the seller…
And the home.
She’s Marie Kondo, Theresa Caputo and the Property Brothers in one petite human.
Standing in the doorway she says…
“Your home is a she.
And she wants to know…
Where’s the pink flamingo?”
If you must know…
Long ago Mr G bought me a neon pink flamingo.
But it broke so it’s in the garage.
Who the hell would know that?
She walks into the guest room and says…
“The house misses the girls.”
We recently had two girls staying with us.
One is my niece.
One is a friend.
Both are vegans.
Both named Alana.
Apparently the house misses the vegan Alanas.
By now I’m completely convinced that these walls CAN talk.
Jonisha walks from room to room.
Giving an accurate reading of every human, and spirit lurking about (Hi Dad! Knew you were here somewhere).
She even reads the pets.
She says our dog needs a lot of attention.
Perhps I didn’t need a psychic to tell me that.
Jonisha tells me she talks to her spirit guides, my spirit guides…
And to the Holy Spirit.
You know a lot of psychics and healers.
I’m like the psychic friends network.
She says those people are little lights.
She says write about the little lights…
So I’m write this blog.
She tells me things about my future and my career.
So we’ll see…
She helps me declutter.
She does some Feng Sui.
She takes a meditation bowl that Nash gave me and does a sound bath.
It seems like my home takes a deep breath.
My home feels peaceful.
I feel peaceful.
Walking out the door Jonisha says…
The house loves Nash & Mr G.
What about me?
I’m the one who cleans her (occasionally).
The house loves your entire family…don’t ever move.
What kind of realtor tells you never to sell?
The House Whisperer.