I didn’t choose this path. It chose me the day I stood in front of my home with an eviction notice in one hand… and my two children in the other.

I was a devoted wife, a loving mother, and a woman who believed her life was secure—until it all collapsed. Divorce left me shattered. The fear was paralyzing. The shame was suffocating. I had no money, no support system, and no clear way forward.

But I had two reasons to fight: my children.

In that moment of hopelessness, I made a choice:

I wouldn’t let this be the end of our story.

I sold everything I had, bought a small house, and rented out part of it just to stay afloat. I was a single mom with no real estate experience, no investors, and no mentor. Just faith, grit, and a vision for a better future.

The journey wasn’t easy.

I worked full-time in healthcare—managing over 15 staff—while studying real estate late into the night. I battled bad tenants, self-doubt, and the 2008 housing crash. I failed. I cried. I almost quit. But I kept going.

Then came a trip to Atlanta—and everything changed. I saw the possibility. I saw schools my kids could thrive in. I saw a real estate market full of opportunity. So once again, I packed up everything and started over.