In highschool, I took it upon myself to learn how to enjoy scream-y music. It started innocently(?) enough with slightly-abrasive-but-still-pretty-tame Linkin Park, and moved on to Refused and Underoath, and somehow, Cap'n Jazz. It was a lot of work, but tracks like Deafheaven's Dream House make it all worth while.
Screw the 6,000-square-foot Central Park duplex, the $100 million house in South Kensington, or the 17th-century apartment with views to Notre Dame. I want the Fish House. Property porn doesn't go more luscious than this.
Best plan: A two-mast schooner to go live around the world. Second best plan: A house like Universe, in Roca Blanca, Mexico. And neoprene suits, surf boards, and diving gear. OK, and a two-mast schooner too. Come in and chill: