Illustration by Dominic Flask.
Four months went by before we had a buyer. One evening in mid-July, as I was bringing out the trash, a neighbor who had seen the red “Under Contract” slate perched on top of the real-estate agent’s sign came over to congratulate me and ask what was next for us. I told him that we were moving to Durham to be closer to work.
“You guys getting a bigger place?” he asked. “I couldn’t believe it when I read the square footage on this one.” He nodded toward what would soon be someone else’s home.
“Actually, we’re planning on downsizing,” I said, by now expecting what came next.
“Downsizing?! Really?” He raised his eyebrows.