Every now and then, someone asks me what my favorite candy is. Without missing a beat, I always say: circus peanuts. Those puffy, orange, banana-flavored marshmallow candies that people either love or can't quite figure out.
For me, circus peanuts are more than just candy—they're a memory. They take me back to moments with my Grandpa Bowen, who always seemed to have a bag on hand. Sharing those treats with him wasn't just about the candy itself—it was about the laughter, the stories, and the time together. To this day, every bite is a small reminder of him.
That's the thing about real estate: homes are so much more than walls, roofs, and square footage. They're the places where memories are made. Maybe it's the kitchen where you learned a family recipe,...