Beyond my family, I have three loves:
2. Writing; and
Really, that's it. There is no particular food or beverage I simply couldn't live without. I don't have a prized possession that, were I to lose it, would make me utterly miserable. There is no single place that, were I to not see it before I die, would render my life incomplete. I'm a generally simple guy. All I need to be happy in this world is my family, a ballgame, an outlet to write about it, and an occasional cruise in my car, and I'm perfectly content.
But just because I'm content doesn't mean I'm not envious. Envious, for example, of a guy who gets paid to drive hundreds of miles in a car he didn't have to pay for, while taking in baseball games in multiple cities, and then write about it afterwards.