Searching

Searching

I haven't told you this, but for the last three weeks or so, Nick and I have been considering selling our house and buying a downtown loft. I've mentioned before that we've dreamed about building a modern loft-style home someday. The more we looked into it, the further off it seemed to be financially. Just finding an empty lot to build on is expensive enough, let alone putting all the money into it to make it just right.

One day several weeks ago, we were hanging out at the park, lying on a blanket and talking about our lives. And we were asking ourselves why we are waiting that time out in suburbia when we could be waiting it out downtown in a small loft. There are so many great buildings being restored in the city, and so many great lofts for sale. We'd be much closer to work (the drive out to suburbia is killing us!). And we're always downtown for the things we enjoy doing anyway.

On the way home from the park that day, we saw a building with a huge "lofts for sale" sign on it. We walked inside and toured the two model spaces and fell in love. Majorly, heart-crushingly in love.

Since that day, we've been scouring the Internet for spaces to check out. We've toured so many different lofts that we can hardly keep them all straight. There are several that we like, and several that we definitely don't. Some that we are really leaning towards won't be ready for about a year, so we might have a bit of a wait ahead of us.

We were supposed to have an appointment at a building a couple of nights ago. Nick set it up with their staff and got an email back from a woman confirming she'd be there at a certain time. I asked him about it the night before as we were lying in bed, almost asleep. He said, yes, she'd be there, and she'd be wearing something around her neck so we would know who she was.

A: Something around her neck? Like a necklace? A scarf?

N: No, that wasn't it. (silence as Mr. Vocabulary tries to remember the right word)

N: I think it was a negligee maybe?

A: (uncontrollable laughter followed by an explanation of what a negligee is)

N: Maybe she said a leotard?

A: (more laughter, a few tears) A bolo tie? A broach? A handkerchief?

N: No, that wasn't it. Was it a tapestry?

At this point, we can hardly breathe because we are both laughing so hard. The funniest part is that Nick was totally serious as he's throwing out these words. We both got so frustrated that we couldn't think of the right word that Nick got up out of bed, went downstairs to get his computer, and looked up the email the lady sent him.

N: Oh, a lanyard.

We decided against that building, not because their crazy staff runs around in negligees and tapestries, but because it just didn't have quite what we were looking for. Onto the next one though, and hey, at least there's never a dull moment in the loft search.