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.
Yeah. Like that's never happened to me...