Move to California...
Ah yes....where one has to choose between furniture and a house because you couldn't afford both, and the house probably wouldn't be big enough for the furniture anyway. And consider that I get mad at Mexican restaurants hearing people blabbering in Mexican Spanish. I'd be a raving lunatic living somewhere where English was a peripheral language. And I like quiet. I lose my cool over the occasional car going by with a boom box blasting. If I had to live with the noise you have around you, I'd be curled up under the table in fetal position with my hands over my ears.