Thinking Big

We first started talking about spending time in San Francisco back in early May, a product of one of my 'thinking big' moments, which usually happen while I'm washing my hair in the shower. My 'thinking big' moments usually consist of me yelling out to Niko, from the shower, 'Hey Niko! Let's say you and me take a transatlantic cruise next week!' or 'Hey Niko! I think I'm gonna leave my job and open a restaurant that serves only soup!' or 'Hey Niko! Screw this city; let's take out a mortgage tomorrow and buy a house in Montauk!'

Niko says I suffer from a rare physical abnormality - my brain is closer to my mouth than most other people's, so I tend to yell out whatever it is I've got on my mind before entirely thinking it through. I don't think I can argue that he's wrong.

So, taking into account my physical abnormality, he responds with the utmost care and sincerity: 'Uhhhhhhh...o-kayyyyyyy...well, the thing is I've got an editing job to work on next week/I love your soup but don't you only know how to make one kind right now?/you know Montauk is really nice but it might be hard to take out a million-dollar mortgage at 26.'

The San Francisco began as a 'thinking big' idea, and I'd honestly expected Niko to shoot it down - as politely and respectfully as possible, of course - just as fast as he shot down my other brilliant and inspired revelations. But the San Francisco idea was different for a few reasons:

1. It wasn't permanent; it was 3 months.

2. The time period made rational sense - we have a wedding on September 29th in Chicago, so we'd head to SF from there; we'd probably need to come back for the holidays, so we'd return to New York at the end of December.

3. It wasn't entirely beyond our financial means. We'd have to bust our butts at our jobs and actually save money (gross), but we could pull it off.

4. It didn't necessarily have to disturb the equillibrium in BK - I could work remotely and not have to quit my job, and we could legally sublet our apartment and not have to give it up and find a place for all our stuff.

5. We've been to SF before and LOVED it - it was the only place we'd ever been to that made us consider leaving BK.

This might have been my most sensible big idea ever, and Niko was down with it.

Holy crap. Well this changes everything. Who am I in the relationship if I'm not the outrageous, impulsive girlie who spits out a wacky idea every day that I know and he knows we're not going to follow through on because we can't or we shouldn't or it's just barely legal or I don't even know how to make more than one soup?!