2 : a condition of abundance or great ease and comfort :sumptuous environment <lived in luxury>
3 a: something adding to pleasure or comfort but not absolutely necessary <one of life’s luxuries>
b: an indulgence in something that provides pleasure, satisfaction, or ease
I’ve stayed in fancy hotels. I’ve eaten at fancy restaurants. I’ve known superficial luxury, and I’ve certainly enjoyed aspects of it. I prefer adventure and connection over luxury, but after a fire, frankly, a comfortable bed trumped adventure for a few weeks.
This got me thinking about what true luxury was for me. And I think I’ve found it.
The power or opportunity of choosing. Such a simple definition.
The fire made me realize the most luxurious thing I have ever had was the ability to make choices based on my own preferences. I have a feeling I’m not the only one who didn’t appreciate the gravity of this luxury until something took away my preferences. And I’m guessing there are quite a few of you out there whose houses have not yet caught fire who have never thought about this quite in this way.
I’ve thought a lot about who some of the most maligned folks on the planet are. Refugees keep popping into my head. I mean, I’m booking a room at The Claremont Resort thanks to my insurance company, so you know, I’m good. But not having a home to go back to has been hard, harder than I ever could have imagined. And I have enough resources. But the things I miss most all have to do with choice. Will ponder in later posts.