I’d love to live in Key west or the Caribbean. I guess that’s pretty cliche, but so what? Anyway, it’s probably next to impossible to make a living there.
Inside a lavishly carved iceberg castle large enough to be floating peacefully just off some tropical island paradise without melting away for an indefinite length of time.
One of my father’s cousins lives in a tree house. It’s about twenty feet up, three bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom, and so on. I’ve loved it forever and if I suddenly won the lottery that’s what I’d do. Get me a big honkin’ tree and build a house as high up as I could, regulations and whatever be damned.
I’d like to live in one of the old brick forts here in the U.S. (especially the South), cannons and everything. I’d have to fix it up a bit, but how cool would it be to have a couple firing cannons overlooking your driveway…
“Oh, look, the annoying neighbor wants to borrow a cup of sugar…”
I’d like to be able to buy a nice house in the town I grew up in in Northern California. Not likely, at least for a while. (Not a lot of young people buying their first homes in that housing market.)