catrambo (or at least her husband) is dreaming of living on a boat.
For me it's a trailer like my grandparents' old trailer. Grandpa built in the furniture, including a cool dining booth with a table top that had a checker board stained into the wood. The bedroom was just that: the bed took up the entire room. Everything could be opened up for storage. The walls were paneled in smooth, honey colored wood. Grandma and Grandpa went everywhere in their trailer, but especially Mexico and Florida.
When they got too old to handle driving it, the trailer became their guest cottage. My sister and I lived there for a summer when we moved back to the mainland from Hawaii, while my parents went househunting in VA (their own vacation from us, too, I guess). It was fun, even if kinda scary giant bugs perched on the screens at night, eyes glowing (NC summer grows big bugs).
In reality, maybe Bruce and I would go nuts living in such a small place, but in my dreams it's our cozy retirement vehicle to freedom. To (almost) quote Cat, "But still. It looks pretty cool."