Ali Eastburn is an energetic, hard- working, lover of people with a high standard for integrity and honesty. Ali is a native Southern Californian from San Clemente who moved her family to Tennessee looking for a better quality of life. Since moving here, Ali has become a true Tennessean and focuses her energy on helping people make a seemless transition to their new home.
Whether you are moving from out of state or down the block, Ali will create and fun and stress-free experience while helping you find the perfect place to call home.
Ali has a passion for non-profit work and has spent many years raising funds to bring clean water to the underprivileged in Africa, India and Central America. Her love for people, culture and relationships are what drew her to Tennessee where she happily laid down her roots to build new connections and a true sense of community.
Ali has become a valuable member of her community and she loves to help people find their happy place in what she calls, “One of the last great pieces of America.”
These things combined make Ali the perfect Realtor for anyone who is looking for a professional who treats them more like a friend than a client and always puts their needs above her own.
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