There are two answers to this question.
The first answer is the honest, real answer. My ideal home is the home I have today. Why? Because Jen is here with me. In my eyes, and in my heart, my ideal home is where ever she and I are together. Simple. Perfect.
The second answer is the fantasy, you-just-hit-the-lottery kind of answer. Huge kitchen, huge master bedroom, big bedrooms for both kids and a couple of extra guest bedrooms, an in-law apartment, a huge ass recording studio with all the best toys and all the best bells and whistles, office spaces for me and Jen, a big game room/lounge space, a huge yard with a screened in gazebo, a pool/jacuzzi area, a big library/den space, a theater room, and all of that awesome rich people shit that we would likely never use. You know, the fantasy house.
I don’t need the fantasy house because I already have the real ideal house. Jen and I are here together and that’s all I want. That’s the difference between a house and a home to me. We have a home.