as a kid, friends of my parents had the most beautiful mid-century modern house situated on a hilltop that overlooked a valley (all mountains and vineyards and awesomeness). but i didn’t care about the view, i was only interested in the house. it was a single storey design with split levels and low ceilings – made basically entirely out of wood and glass. each room was on a different level and my brother and i used to explore from the bedrooms at the top making our way down through the tv room, kitchen, dining room, formal living room and guest bedrooms at the bottom. it was magic. then they moved, sold the house and it got demolished. i think i cried the day i found out.
if you just read that long story you might understand where my love for mid-century modern houses comes from and why i would love to live in one some day. nothing makes me feel more at home.