The wisdom of never leaving your hotel room
When I&#x27;m rich enough to afford it, I want to live in a hotel. A beautiful, luxurious hotel, where I don&#x27;t have to worry about interior decorating - other than switching out the bland art for more tasteful pieces. Or cleaning. Or, keeping the fridge stocked. Or scrounging up healthy food in the morning. Or getting a good meal at any hour. Or paying the utility bills. Or worrying about the electrical wiring of my house. Or dealing with water storage in a drought. Or dealing with water at all. Or dealing with the home owner&#x27;s association. Or thinking about home security. Or procuring the subtle furnishings that make a home a home. Or dealing with hiring the occasional cleaning lady or service. Or doing home repairs etc etc.<p>No, I want to outsource all of that.<p>I want to be able to wake up. Get to work on a dedicated high-speed internet connection. Yawn a bit. Go down to the lobby in my pajamas. Grab a good healthy breakfast buffet. Sit down next to the pool. Pull out my Kindle or iPad, read a textbook or Iain M Banks. Get a work out in by swimming around after I&#x27;m bored. Go back to my workstation in my suite. Do a few emails. Shower in the gorgeous bathroom. Dress in something comfy. Sit down, get some serious hours in. Have a keto snack or two brought to me for when I&#x27;m peckish. Go down for dinner. Enjoy the hub hub of people. Go behind the bar (something no one else can do). Pour myself a small drink. Talk to the chef about what he&#x27;s into that night. Have a tiny portion of that for dinner. Go to swim in the pool again. Go back up, read a book, and then fall asleep.<p>It&#x27;s a seamless frictionless lifestyle. And when I have enough money that I don&#x27;t have to worry about money. That&#x27;s what I want. I don&#x27;t want fancy cars or planes and stuff — just a life where I can think about the better things in life.<p>Having your own house is overrated. I would settle for a good suite at the Ritz.