Go to Innisfree.

Hotel Existence is the one thing I will always remember.
Curiously enough, as obsessed with daydreaming as I am, it never occurs to me that I should find a permanent spot to harbour my "exhausted soul". Even in dreams I wander, I loaf... Well, that calls for a change now, I should start building up my own haven.
Auster has presented Poe and Thoreau's place of choice: an ideally furnished room and beside lake Walden, where their rejection of society reward them with inner peace and ceaseless inspirations.
I know, he's talking about a real place, where you can shun the social world away and do a lot of thinking. What I was saying, was that I intend to find a place where I could both think about living there one day and visit it every night in my dreams. It's easier this way because real life is not fancy enough to make me feel bored of the peopled world :)
So here it goes, the reversed Hotel Existence. On the outside it shoud resemble the Grand Budapest Hotel, extravagant, even superfluous.

The details I haven't come up with yet, hopefully my future daydreaming project will fill up the blanks.