I sometimes fantasize about the absolute dream house. I'm sure a lot of people do this. I'm never going to actually live in that house, but it's fun to think about. One reason my wife and I will never occupy our dream house is that it's really two different houses.
Hers is a classy modern house, full of sunlight and space. There are gleaming hardwood floors, and just enough tasteful furniture to be inviting. There's a piano in the solarium, whatever that is, and some large-leafed plants, for that large-leafed plant look.
Visitors will enter a brass-and-glass gallery of selected art works and musical accoutrements, and then proceed back, stepping over piles of ancient tomes and strange devices of wood and stone. I'll have to get to work on the plans.
Unless we find one already for sale.