the future of two

Yes, we all know I want to move to Bend. I don't think I have to explain that again. The change, the new, the different, it's what I crave right now. (unless my cravings are the misinterpreted tick-tocks of my somewhat latent biological clock)
I have a strong(stubborn) and driven(obsessed) personality. When I decide I want to do something, watch out. So of course, I've been perusing craigslist for rental houses in Bend, taking the next step to get my RN so I can work wherever I want, and talking about our imminent move to anyone who will listen.
Enter the husband. We have been married for two years, together for six.five. We own a home(as much as you can own anything these days), we want to own a bike shop/brewpub someday, we want to eventually buy a place with a couple acres. We never made a plan, we just discussed, and dreamed. Now, I want a plan, a goal, a point in the near future that I can look forward to and work toward. So, of course I've been dropping not-so subtle hints frequently about my sincere interest in moving. Erich, per his usual, doesn't say much, however has expressed that he thinks I'm nuts for looking at rentals when a move wouldn't be possible for at least two years. And lately, I've gotten the idea that he doesn't necessarily want to move to Bend as much as I do. Ok, fine, I can deal with that, because I know that eventually Erich would probably like to move, he just needs time to process. He needs time to process pretty much any decision. That's why he's perfect for me, his deliberate analysis of a given situation nicely balances my tendencies toward impulsivity.
So.......now what?
I guess I move forward with my goal, with the understanding that the compromises of marriage might demand certain addendums to my plan for us.
For instance, we drove home from my parents yesterday and popped over to Whitmore for fun. The drive was beautiful with all the colors of fall. The Fern Rd. property(owned by the in-laws, and offered to us for the construction of what would be my dream home) grabs me everytime I see it, I don't know how, I don't know why but I fall in love with that place everytime we go there. I like projects, I love dreaming up all the things we could do to make that property our own private retreat. Even the thought of clearing brush and tending big burn piles in the crisp fall air makes me excited. And building a house that would be exactly how I wanted it??? My dream come true. Let's do it! (See, impulsive)
I could definitely see that as part of our future. But how about this, let's move to Bend for a few years. Then come back and settle down. Or maybe we don't. Maybe we love Bend so much that we buy a place up there and we are just as happy there as we could ever hope to be.
How will we ever know unless we boldly take a step in one of those directions? We have to take a step in some direction....I vote for North.
Or I guess we could just get pregnant. Maybe that would settle me down. :)