Here, I'll start off and then you can just ignore this entry and get back to taking pictures of your cats:
I wish I had a huge, sturdy oceangoing vessel to travel the world aboard indefinitely, with enough room for a rotating supply of friends and family to join me for segments of the lifelong voyage, a competent and good-natured crew to do all the work of actually piloting/maintaining the ship, maybe a tennis court, and definitely a hot tub.
It would look something like this:
Or maybe like one of these:
But definitely not like this:
Paul Allen's floating pleasure palace. In the absence of friends,
he takes aboard any sycophant that can find a room not used to store bags of cash.
What would it be like to live on the ocean? Who knows, but I'm sure I would get used to it and my pleasure would be derived more from the places I would be able to go, the random beautiful things I would see along the way, lengthy trips ashore in foreign locales on a whim, the close company of loved ones, and the eternal adventure of always being on the move.
"Where we headed, boss?"