Jessica Fulk’s 2 AM Thoughts: Overland Park’s Golf Course Nightmare is Making Me Question My Career Choices
From Useless Grass to… More Useless Grass? The Saga of Mills Farm Overland Park
God, what time is it? Whatever. It’s Jessica. I gotta get this off my chest before I explode or fall asleep face-first on my keyboard.
This Whole Golf Course Thing is a Joke, Right?
Okay, so… Deer Creek Golf Club. Remember that place? No? Yeah, neither does anyone else. It’s been sitting there since 2019, probably breeding mosquitoes or something. So the city finally wakes up and goes, “Hey, let’s build houses!” Genius. Pure genius. Because that’s exactly what we need – more houses. Not like we have a traffic problem or anything. Oh wait.
People Are Losing Their Minds (And So Am I)
Had seven… no, eight calls today about this. Eight! “Jessica, should I buy now?” “Jessica, what about my property value?” “Jessica, what is a townhouse vs duplex?” I swear, if I hear that last one again, I might just change my name and move to Alaska. And don’t even get me started on the Mills Farm homes for sale crowd. They’re acting like it’s the end of the world. News flash: your view of an abandoned golf course wasn’t exactly boosting your property value, Karen.
The Things That Keep Me Up at Night (Besides This Stupid Development)
You wanna know the worst part? It’s not the traffic. It’s not the endless questions. It’s the fact that I’m gonna have to explain the difference between a townhouse vs condo vs duplex about a million more times. Maybe I should just make a PowerPoint presentation. Or interpretive dance. Might be more effective at this point.
I Need a Vacation. Or a New Job. Or Both.
You know what? Maybe I should just tell everyone to move to Loch Lloyd golf course. At least there they can pretend nothing ever changes. Must be nice. I don’t even know anymore. Is this development good? Bad? Am I even a real estate agent or just a glorified tour guide for houses that don’t exist yet? That’s it. I’m done. If one more person asks me about the “investment potential” of a house that’s literally being built on the 7th hole of a dead golf course, I’m gonna lose it. I need sleep. Or coffee. Or a time machine to go back and choose a different career. Real estate agent? What was I thinking? Should’ve been a… I don’t know, professional napper or something. Ugh. Is it too early for wine?
