The grandiosity of human beings

Well readers, Im 38 almost 39 today.  This is what I've learned in many years.  Having grown up in an affluent community, I think I've seen alot.  Not everything, but a lot.  One thing in particular was that when I was raised, I was raised by many in my community to idealize the grandiose lifestyle.  People were remembered by their vehicles, and if it was a pricey one, it was memorialized.  Houses in some of my community were huge.  Huge kitchens.  Huge dens too.  Real neat. Right?  Well folks.  I live with my father and mother at age almost 39.  I have 2 bedrooms which one is an office like room and one where I sleep.  I must say that I am not feeling constricted at all.  We live in a modest for our community thought fairly large 2 story house which has never felt too big and always given me the room to move around that need be.   I am happy. I seek no further greatness of living conditions.   In the event however that I marry, I should say I need at least a place with a modest sized office room.  I might also require separate bedrooms for myself and my spouse.  I certainly do not anticipate a spouse who likes a husband who sleeps irregular hours, likes to listen to music when asleep and is up once in a while and reading in the bedroom.  That said, I also smoke.  I do not anticipate nightly showers before slumbering down.  I can't forsee changing my lifestyle.  So grandiose I am not, but certainly efficient and utilitarian, I may be.