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We sell houses. We also just live here.

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.

Jeff and Chelsea Musser laughing together in armchairs in a brick-walled room
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.

Jeff in a ball cap grinning and pointing up at the lit cabin at dusk on the day they closed on it
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.

The two of us

In our own words.

Portrait of Chelsea Musser

Chelsea Musser

Co-Owner, REALTOR® · License ID 112644

"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!"

Chelsea's listings & profile

Portrait of Jeffrey Musser

Jeffrey Musser

Co-Owner, REALTOR® · License ID 119125

"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!"

Jeff's listings & profile

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.

Aerial view of the Eyrie House, a dark timber cabin with a standing-seam metal roof, tucked into the hardwoods at McLemore on Lookout Mountain

Life outside the contract

We go places, and we pay attention.

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.

Jeff and three others standing on the stone Swilcan Bridge at the Old Course, St Andrews, with the Royal and Ancient clubhouse and the Hamilton Grand behind them
The Swilcan Bridge at St Andrews. A bucket-list trip with my brother, to the home of golf.
Jeff and Chelsea in green pullovers wearing Masters badges outside the clubhouse at Augusta National, international flags flying behind them
Augusta in the spring. We got to go together.
Jeff and Chelsea standing between rows of stacked oak barrels inside a bourbon rickhouse in Kentucky
Our anniversary in Kentucky bourbon country — rickhouse tours down around Bardstown, while a hurricane was shutting down much of western North Carolina.
Jeff and Chelsea at sunset on the bluff at Arcadia Bluffs, with the fairway, dune grass and Lake Michigan glowing behind them
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.
Jeff, Chelsea and two of their daughters in helmets and goggles riding a chairlift up a snowy ski run, one daughter yelling with excitement
First lift of the day. We took the girls snow skiing in Idaho.
Jeff, Chelsea and two of their daughters smiling in a selfie on a sunny hilltop beneath a tall white cross, with the city spread out far below
Up on the rim above Boise. Every one of us fell for that town.
The Mussers' youngest daughter, a toddler in a pink floral romper, standing on a weathered wooden dock looking out over still lake water
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.
Jeff, Chelsea and two of their daughters standing on a stone terrace on the brow at McLemore at golden hour, the Lookout Mountain ridgeline and valley stretching out behind them
Golden hour on the brow at McLemore, a few minutes from the cabin. This is our favorite version of a weekend.
Chelsea standing on the sidewalk of Main Street in downtown Blue Ridge, Georgia, lined with storefronts under a deep blue sky
Chelsea on Main Street in Blue Ridge, Georgia. Poking around small mountain towns is a habit at this point.

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