I was going to say the usual new house, new Birkin, bunch o’ Chanel. But now
I want a stem cell transplant for Fear Itself’s wife. 
I’d never own anything again, especially not a pool.
I’d rent a cabin, on the lake I adore, for the summer, fly in by bush plane, and stay all summer.
Travel, travel, travel. Let’s see, I’d go to Sri Lanka (a long cherished dream!), Egypt definitely, Australia, of course, heck, maybe even Europe. I’d just roam the world, wherever my heart desired for as long as I felt like it, then, on to the next place. Or, maybe come home to visit, but then be able to head out again as soon as the mood strikes me, now ***that ***would be heaven!
I would spend days in London, England just doing museums. For days and days, it would be heaven!
A nice small and comfortable house in a quiet place. Someone to clean and cook. A digital view camera. L-series and high-end tilt and shift lenses. An original Richter and an original Rothko. Travel.
Thank you.
Those chocolate seashell things.
I’m a man of simple tastes.
The option of going to the very best dentists and doctors in the world and have the unlimited funds to pay for it.
A houseboy who doesn’t speak ever and has the best back scratching skills in the world.
A house of my own, somewhere here in town. That way I’d still be close for when my parents need me, but not this close.
Have a really, really good horse trainer to come work with me and my horses.
A custom lake house with a Ford GT in the impressive garage.
Not having to go to work.
I’ve been working pretty much non stop since I was 15. I worked all through college without a break, and for a solid 25 years since then. It’s become so much more difficult to pull the 12- to 15-hour days now that I’m pushing 50.
I know I have no right to complain, after all millions of people are out of work, but I’m just so tired.
I’ve always wanted a playhouse- like a little one, me-sized.
Once me-size became pretty much regular-size (as opposed to little girl sized) I didn’t stop wanting a playhouse, but now I want one for my kids. Like an amazing, opulent playhouse on the ground and a tree house. the tree house would still be pretty fancy (and safe), but not in the tiny curtains and china style that the playhouse would be.
I don’t have kids yet, but it’s still something I want.
Land, at least a section and I’d plunk my abode right in the center. I’d build all kinds of 4 wheeler trails, have game cameras and food plots everywhere. There’d be a good 1,000 yard stretch for shooting. I’d have a nice cedar smoke house and a walk-in freezer. I’d have a big silly dog, a persnickety cat, and a dirty, dirty pickup.
I’d love to build my own house but I’d be happy enough in a double wide as long as I could have the land.
Edit: Also shoes. I love shoes and boots and keens and…I would have a shoe room right next to the gun room and the library…in my double wide…shifty eyes
To pay someone else to scoop out the litter box and clean the toilets. (Then I’d get a couple more cats. And poop a lot! :))
Apart from the 100 acres of wooded mountains with a cabin in the middle that people have mentioned…
A kitchen. A dream kitchen. With a big ass 6 burner stove with griddle, and twin ovens. And a huge stainless steel fridge. And a butcher’s block island. And that really cool tap to fill pots that pulls out over the stove. And counter room for every appliance I could dream of. And a full set of cookware to go with it. And someone to clean up after me.
Hell yes! Not double ovens, fuck that shit, TWO OVENS.
I’d like a modest townhouse in Manhattan with a garage. Nothing huge.
Also, all my driving life I’ve driven either pickup trucks or wagons, first for hauling drums, and now for hauling kids. I’d love to have a little roadster.
Not that I have the money to throw around on this type of thing- but this doesn’t seem to be all that pricey…
I’d like to wear new clothes all the time…like Jay Gatsby-I’d have a man in London buying stuff forme, and sending them over.
Time. Complete control over how I spend my time. That represents a complex combination of wishes really, fiscal security, a housekeeper, reliable transportation, no job to get to, no chores demanding to be done, all that taken care of so that I am free to study what I want, or play with the Celtling, or even just take a frickin nap or go to the bathroom when I need to.
I want time.