You’d be shocked how often I get calls that start with, “Hey… this is going to sound weird, but can you help me with… [insert wild location]?” Case in point: a past client casually drops into a conversation that she inherited “swamp land” in Florida. In a smug way I dig around, call a guy I know in that region—boom. Turns out the “swamp” is a buildable lot.
She ends up with a cheque.
I end up looking like I run a secret real-estate CIA.
Win-win.

Over the years, I’ve referred people to agents everywhere—Ontario farmland, tiny Maritime villages, suburban sprawl in the U.S., you name it. I think I once sent someone to an agent in a town so small even Google Maps was stumped.

How the Network Started 

When I first started selling real estate, I noticed something fast:
You can’t help people properly if you don’t know who the hell to call.

During the ’90s and into the late 2000s, I travelled across Canada and the U.S. as a speaker for RE/MAX and Starpower. While other speakers were worrying about their slides clicking forward, I was backstage collecting business cards like a real-estate Pokémon trainer.
Top agent in Halifax? Got them.
Powerhouse in Phoenix? Yep.
Some genius selling lakefront cottages in a town with more loons than people?
Checked off.

These aren’t cold names on a spreadsheet. These are pros I’ve shared stages, dinners, and terrible hotel coffee with.

The Magic Trick: It’s Never “Just Call My Buddy”

Here’s the secret: I don’t just toss your name to some agent I met in ’97 and hope for the best.
If you’re looking in Florida, for example, I don’t want you working with a guy who “kind of knows the area but mostly does condos.”
No.
You get the local expert—the one who knows which neighbourhood floods, which one doesn’t, and which one is filled with retirees who judge you for mowing your lawn on a Tuesday.

My job is to make sure you’re in the right hands, not just familiar hands.

Selling Here. Buying There. We Can Help.

So if you’re moving—whether that’s down the road, across the country, or to some coastal town where your cell service immediately drops to “SOS”—I’ve got you.

I can sell your home here.
I can connect you with someone stellar there.
And if your cousin in Michigan or your aunt in PEI is thinking of selling, I can hook them up too.

Real estate isn’t local anymore; it’s a continental web of talent. And I’ve been weaving that web for decades.

My Favourite Calls

The best part?
When a client calls to say, “We bought in Nova Scotia—and the realtor you sent us has turned into a friend.”

That’s the stuff. That’s why I keep the network sharp.

If you’re plotting a move, dreaming about a move, or avoiding a move until Mercury goes out of retrograde, reach out:

lindsay@buyselllove.ca
905-743-5555

I’ll line up the right people so you don’t end up accidentally buying swamp land—unless you want swamp land. In which case… I’ve got a guy.