There was a house. On a street. In Moberly. We thought it was the one. Christy showed it to us in early April. It was not the one for us.
A couple of days later we were driving through general area and happened upon another place... and immediately called Christy. Who was on her way to run a marathon in STL. Who set up a showing the next day. And we had a contract on the house within a week of the sign going up.
She was cool, nice to Cooper and easy to work with... all things you'd expect out of a successful realtor. She gave us great advice throughout the entire process and hooked us up with a super inspector (who provided a very cool, online report of the house).
Where Christy got me was on post-sale follow-up. Postcards at various points. Holiday greetings. Daylight Savings Time reminders (I'm not making this up). And then it's January. And we get a letter with a reminder about including the purchase of our house in our tax preparations. That was unexpected, but what really knocked it over the fence? She included a copy of our closing statement in case the one we originally received wasn't conveniently located (aka: it was lost).
I just called her a couple of days ago about a survey of our property. "Working on that fence?" she asked. Yep... she remembered my fence issue a year later. She had a surveyor to recommend, but pointed me to the Assessor's page for a free resource first.
Good stuff over there at Advantage.