I've never owned any house. I did live 4 years in a beautiful old huge Prästgård (vicarage) which was owned by my ex-wife. And thanks to the pre-nup, it wasn't in any way mine.

Otherwise I've rented or leased - usually 3 years at a time: which is the furthest I can think ahead. Fortunately I have a taste for 'unusual' properties such as industrial buildings, and have always found good deals. They usually mean a few weeks of self-building to put them in shape. But that I enjoy too.

Neither do I own a car or a computer - everything is leased. I don't own any stocks or shares, except in the companies in which I am active. The only things I own are some treasured furniture (Bilnås), clothes and books - and me.

I hate thinking about money. When I don't have enough, I work a bit harder. When I hit a winning streak, I take some time off and work on pet projects. I also have no intention of retiring. What's the point? I enjoy what I do - there is no real separation between 'life' and
'work'. To me, that is the real luxury.

You can't be me, I'm taken