If I could live anywhere in the world, I would remain where I’m at, but in a much bigger house in a much nicer neighborhood. Not that my house or neighborhood are bad; I am just greedy for more.
Or maybe I’d have a second house in Las Vegas and take trips there every month. It’s the first place I’ve ever visited to which I saw myself returning. The shows, the bars, the energy. I love it. But I know I’d get sick of it after a week, so I’d need to return to a quieter place.
I just want to see more shows more often. Maybe it’s for the best, because I’d be so broke if I could.