And then the unexpected happened.

Our house sold.

Instantly.

Exactly a month after deciding we could live in Boston, we were headed there. We had no choice. There was no time to think about Vermont or other alternatives. There was no time to ponder the loss of my local office space so suddenly. There was no time, period.

Especially because we were leaving on a three week vacation in less than a month and the closing was set for the day after our return.

Did I also mention that our Urban Experiment would be a Small House Experiment? 

Everything going to Boston was carefully measured and boxed or stowed away in the furniture we were taking with us. Everything else was agonizingly sorted into two categories: things worth storing for an unknown future and things to unload one way or another. This is not a process at which I excelled, but I’ve learned lots, which I will write about at a future date.

We left our house for the last time less than two months after that wonderful, perhaps fateful, trip to Boston. Barely three weeks from the day we accepted the offer on our house. How tired do you think we were?

Our flight to Istanbul left from Boston’s Logan Airport. It was dumbfounding to think about getting off our return flight and taking an eight minute taxi ride to a brownstone instead of driving more than two hours to a big house in the woods.

We were totally exhausted, elated, and ready for the sidewalk cafes of Eastern Europe. I figured all we would be up to was sitting around drinking coffee until it was time to switch to wine. Upon our return, the Urban Experiment would begin in earnest!

Read Part 4 of The Urban Experiment!