The wisdom of never leaving your hotel room
When I'm rich enough to afford it, I want to live in a hotel. A beautiful, luxurious hotel, where I don'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'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.No, I want to outsource all of that.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'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'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'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.It's a seamless frictionless lifestyle. And when I have enough money that I don't have to worry about money. That's what I want. I don't want fancy cars or planes and stuff — just a life where I can think about the better things in life.Having your own house is overrated. I would settle for a good suite at the Ritz.