I used to feel that tug at my heart for things, houses, cars, boats. But I got to a point this past yr where I just realized - those things don’t matter. Are they cool and fun to have, sure, but I’m far from “lusting” after new shiny stuff. In fact living outside of that entire paradigm really is something I lusted for.
Having said that. A house on a lake with a sea plane that took me to my island boat house, that was equipped with a warehouse full of dirt bikes and dune buggies would be fun. Also - all access concierge service with a private jet service could be nice. But again, my happiness wouldn’t be any different than it is now because “things” are really just a destraction from all that really matters.
New skyline wouldn’t hurt anyone though