Lofty goals.

Lofty goals.

Four days after my husband and I decided to sell our spacious suburban condo and move into a loft in downtown, right-on-the-water San Diego, we get a freaking tsunami warning for the entire west coast.

In other news, my husband and I have decided to sell our spacious suburban condo and move into a loft downtown! I'm really excited. Preferably, we'll find a place cheaper than the selling price on our current place so it's not just a totally senseless move. Also preferably, it would have some exposed brick or duct work on the inside, but that's definitely an unrational and mostly unachievable desire. Mostly because most recent-ish buildings aren't brick in this neck of the woods. See also: plate tectonics. We'll settle for wood floors and whispy white curtains, both of which we can add ourselves.

We'd love to live in a top floor condo/loft with sparkly city and ocean views, and, the best part, be able to walk places. I can imagine us using our car once per weekend. It's the perfect lifestyle for us in this pre-children state. Even with a baby or two, it'd be perfect. Once they start walking, however, we might need to keep them away from any rooftop terraces.

Of course, don't get your hopes up. There's a chance this totally won't happen, what with diastrophism and all.

Yeah, that's a synonym for tectonics. I'm cheap like that.