... be using a computer that makes me say, "Fook me, this is a thing of beauty, I'm awed in the presence of this primal power, efficiency and ability to play the coolest games in the universe." That might, of course, rely on the coolest games being actually cool but let's not get bogged down in technicalities.
Alternatively...
... be drinking Pina Colada in the morning sun on the deck of a moored yacht in the Bahamas, only a few hundred metres out from a crescent beach of golden sand backed by lush palm trees with a house of my own design, all windows and open plan arrangements, set between the beach and the trees on a higher point overlooking the perfect ocean, and know that I could stay there, doing whatever I pleased, forever.