Cool People. Cool Homes.
“wicked smart but does not speak Klingon”
An unapologetic tech geek and sci-fi fan who proudly sports a not entirely useful Apple Watch, is slightly OCD about details that matter, and loves to laugh. Mostly at herself. Kendyl is the founder, visionary and mentor for DIGGS.
I am Kendyl Jue-Young. “Jue” because my Mom, Bea Jue, was an iconic Glendale Realtor of the 70’s-2000. She dictatorially added the hyphen to my name when I moved back to Glendale. Asian moms…. I was born and raised in Los Angeles and I am the 4th generation born in California.
I sold my first home in Silicon Valley 1986. I was 23, looked 16 and I was dealing with hyper smart engineers.
An engineer will not buy a home until they know everything that can be known. Figuring out how to get an engineer to buy a home was fantastic training. I learned the value of tiny details, how to explain everything clearly and efficiently and above all, how to be an expert. Engineers will not respect anything less.
I have sold close to two thousand homes and I learned something new with each sale. That means I already know how to solve two thousand problems that could happen to you! This also means I have a lot more attention to give when something new comes up.
I hated the Big Corporate job I had right out of college. It was the 80’s and I was naively blunt spoken, not white, not male and I was selling cake mix. I am not knocking selling cake mix, it is a noble calling for some. It just wasn’t for me.
But the job paid really well, so I decided to buy a house. It was not a great experience! The process was stressful, things often made no sense, and the “professionals” did nothing to help my confusion. They often seemed just as confused and stressed as I was.
At the final walk through for the sale I looked down and saw my legs were covered in tiny black dots. That were moving. I was covered in fleas and so was my Realtor!! He freaked out and started dancing around, brushing all the fleas off himself, and then he left. I had no idea if a flea infestation was cool or not (just so you know, it’s not. If that happened to my client I’d be all over fixing that problem)
My Realtor seemed quite successful. He had a big office with shiny awards prominently displayed. His ads bragged about his market share and being Number One. He was covered in status, but he didn’t seem to know what he was doing during the transaction.
If he was Number One, there was exactly 0% chance that I wouldn’t be successful as a Realtor! Not a very original thought, as it turns out. Most Californians have thought this at least once. But, I was young, naive and quite full of myself. I decided to become a Realtor.
I was 23, looked 16, and my likely clients were literally rocket scientists. My plan was to learn more, work more and believe in myself more than any other Realtor in the area…. and it worked. I sold 6 homes before my second month was over.
I am still not a “salesman”, I don’t schmooze, manipulate, or pressure. My joy, my passion, and my purpose happens when the buyer falls in love with a home. When a seller realizes they are really going to get to move on to the next step in their lives. When the entire process is smooth, predictable and drama free.
A Realtor is the wise guide on an important journey. My job is to find the path with the fewest zombies and to clear them out ahead of time. That way, when a surprise zombie shows up, we have lots of energy and tools to deal with it.
I am a great zombie killer, but I am also a good teacher. I love making the complex seem simple and to cut out all the bullshit so my clients just focus on the essential facts they need to make good decisions. Oh, and I am very entertaining. Some would consider that a valuable skill….
Curious minds experience a lot of different things- I am no exception, there. I’ve done classic Chinese dance, lived the Drum and Bugle Corp life, played Taiko Drums, met my husband, a native Californian, in an illegal Taiwanese Disco… but I do have one fun and unusual story.
I come from a blended family. When I was born my mother thought to name me Kendall (Jue). The doctor cautioned against this, as he knew of another Kendall Jue in the area- a boy of about 8 years. Mother decided to keep the name but change the spelling to Kendyl. Fast forward 2 years and my Mother’s mischievous friends set her up on a blind date with a widower with her same last name. Who turned out to have a son, 8 years older than me, named Kendall…. So, yeah. My bother is also named Kendall….