I've seen all of the decadence one person can absorb for one night. Bathrooms that outnumber bedrooms, marble this, that and the other, gas stoves wider than my car, decor that is going to make my belongings look like third-rate castoffs and lovely protected green spaces all around everything so maybe, just maybe, I will be able to sit on my new front veranda and hear the crickets.
If everyone would just shut the hell up, I might.
I'm at the penthouse tonight if anyone needs me. Quiet here, no crickets, only flames.