Two agents, one marriage, three daughters, thirteen years of Army behind us, and a stretch
of Alabama we have no plans to leave. Here's the longer version.
Most of the job happens exactly like this — the two of us, talking it through.
We didn't plan on doing this together. It just turned out we're better as a pair.
Chelsea came to real estate from nursing. She did the unglamorous apprenticeship most people
skip — admin on a team, then transaction coordinating, then agent on a nationwide team —
which means there is no part of a file she hasn't touched. Jeff came at it from the other
direction — nearly thirteen years in the Army first, then build things, sell things, chase
the interesting problem. Somewhere in the middle
the two of us ended up running a team of agent partners under Southern State Realty Partners
at eXp Realty.
Nearly a decade in, most of what we do is unremarkable and that's the point. Price it
honestly. Prep it properly. Market it like it matters. Answer the phone. Handle the thing
before it becomes the problem. We've sold bungalows in Homewood, lake property in Alabaster,
new construction in Ross Bridge, and 79 acres to an out-of-state buyer who found it because
we flew a drone over it.
Nearly thirteen years in the Army
Jeff served almost thirteen years before he ever handed anybody a set of keys. He doesn't
lead with it, but you'll feel it in how a deal gets run: show up early, know the plan,
brief the plan, and never leave somebody wondering what happens next. A closing is thirty
days of moving parts and other people's deadlines. Having someone on your side who is
genuinely comfortable in that is worth more than it sounds.
It also means military moves aren't abstract to us. If you're relocating in or out of the
metro on somebody else's timeline, buying with a VA loan, or trying to choose a house from
four states away, that's a conversation we've had from both sides of it.
Five houses, one rental, and a cabin
We've owned five homes of our own, held one as a rental, and recently closed on a cabin in
the mountains as an investment — a luxury stay-and-play we now rent to golfers. That's not
a brag, it's a disclosure: we have already made most of the mistakes we're trying to keep
you from making. We know what a rate lock feels like when it's your own money, what an
inspection report does to your stomach, and what it costs to move a family in July.
The one that made it real. Number six, on the mountain, at dusk.
Why a husband-and-wife team is actually different
Two agents on one deal usually means one agent and one voicemail. That's not how this works.
We're in the same house at the end of the day, which means your file gets discussed at dinner
whether you like it or not. One of us is always reachable. Nothing gets quietly handed off to
someone you've never met.
It also means you get two very different brains. Chelsea reads contracts and catches the
thing on page nine. Jeff reads rooms and knows what a house will feel like to a buyer walking
in cold. Both of those change outcomes.
What we actually care about
Being useful. We'd rather be the people you text a random question to than the people who
show up once a year with a calendar magnet. We know the inspectors, the lenders, the roofer
who actually shows up, the guy who can do the retaining wall. If it touches a house in this
metro, we probably know who to call — and we'll tell you even when there's nothing in it for
us.
Outside of work: three gorgeous, crazy, rambunctious daughters. Chelsea teaches Pure Barre
on the side, because apparently a full-time business and three kids left a gap in the
schedule. Jeff is happiest building something and then selling it.
We're Riverchase people. A good Saturday here is golf, then tennis, then all five of us
crammed into the golf cart riding the neighborhood with no particular destination. Our
faith in Christ anchors the whole operation — it's the reason we'd rather tell you the
truth than tell you what closes the deal. And mountains whenever we can get to them, which
is a big part of how we ended up with a cabin on Lookout Mountain.
"Hey friends! Can't tell you how much I love this job. I've been at it for a little while
now. I've done everything from being an admin on a team, transaction coordinating, an
agent on a nationwide team, to now running a team with my husband. I was a Nurse in a
previous life. I love group fitness, going to the mountains, dancing, and good bourbon.
Jeff and I have three gorgeous, crazy, and rambunctious daughters. We live life on the edge
of our seats sometimes, but enjoy every minute (other than the screaming at kids).
Looking forward to helping you on the biggest decision you get to make in a lifetime!"
"For starters I should tell you that I might be one of the top 5 most sarcastic people
you will meet. Now, to be slightly serious, my wife and I get the privilege of running a
real estate team of fantastic agent partners. I love what I do, I love helping people,
and my faith in Christ is my guiding beacon in life. I'm a devoted husband and father. My
passion is to create, to sell, and to seek the thrilling things of life. I consider my team
the best bunch of realtors you'll find. We know how to do this job well… this
isn't just some hobby for us. If you're up for it, let's chat!"
We don't work alone. Our agent partners — including Jeremy Galloway (License ID 119764),
investing since 2016 and selling since 2018 — cover the metro alongside us. You can see the
whole roster on
southernstatehomes.com.
Somewhere to land
And then we bought a cabin on the mountain.
The Eyrie House sits inside McLemore on the eastern brow of Lookout Mountain — four
bedrooms, three levels of deck, and a golf cart that gets you to the pro shop in under a
mile. It started as the place we go to put the phone down. Now you can rent it too.
Most of what we do is love on our girls. Our oldest plays golf, which means a lot of
our weekends now happen on a driving range. The rest of the time we travel — the
two of us have covered a good bit of the country and a little of the world, and
we drag the girls along wherever we can.
It isn't unrelated to the job. Wandering this many towns is what taught us to read
one: where people actually gather, which streets feel alive on a Tuesday, what a
place is like once the tour is over. That's the same question you're asking when
you shop for a house.
The Swilcan Bridge at St Andrews. A bucket-list trip with my brother, to the home of golf.Augusta in the spring. We got to go together.Our anniversary in Kentucky bourbon country — rickhouse tours down around Bardstown, while a hurricane was shutting down much of western North Carolina.Arcadia Bluffs, high over Lake Michigan. We were working our way north to Mackinac Island — a birthday trip Chelsea had been set on for years.First lift of the day. We took the girls snow skiing in Idaho.Up on the rim above Boise. Every one of us fell for that town.We owned a small cabin on the water, and the girls got a few summers and falls out of it. Then we had the privilege of selling it to very good friends.Golden hour on the brow at McLemore, a few minutes from the cabin. This is our favorite version of a weekend.Chelsea on Main Street in Blue Ridge, Georgia. Poking around small mountain towns is a habit at this point.
Still reading? Let's just talk.
Fifteen minutes on the phone tells us both more than another hour of scrolling.