Essay about A Home that I Can Point To

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A Home that I Can Point To We are moving once again. The new place is barely down the street, but we have to move again. This is the fifth time in six years that I have moved from one apartment to another. Im glad we are finally moving out of the old apartment, because the guy below us constantly banged on his ceiling when I walked from one room to another. Its been awhile since I have had a place to call home, a place I can grow fond of. I have hope that one day we will live in a house and not have to worry about cranky neighbors or stairs to climb before I reach my front door. As I read the short piece from Sandra Cisneross, The House On Mango Street, I began to appreciate everything that I had in life. The story is narrated…show more content…
The inside of the apartment was nothing special. Brown carpeting and peered off tiles made it feel dead. The loud noise of the freeway right next door vibrated our home from time to time and prevented us from keeping our doors open. From our balcony view all you could see was the freeway and the tag writing on the neighbors fences. I knew this place was not the greatest, but it was better than what we previously had. My mother always knew how to make the best of things, so she and my stepfather decided to refurbish the entire apartment. The best part about it was that we did it with our very own hands. Everything was perfect. The tiles by the door, kitchen, and dining room were white with a splash of peach and gray. The granite stone on the kitchen counter top matched perfectly with the tiles. The carpet and couches were replaced to make the place look brighter and full of life. The wood on the wall touching only the living room was also replaced with glass to make the room look and feel larger than it actually was. The rooms were nicely decorated with the same granite, tile, and carpet. My room was full of dcor of all my childhood memories; stuffed animals, books, and school awards were dispersed throughout the room. Though we only lived there for four years, I keep the memories and love that home gave me deep in my heart. At the time, I thought where I lived was awful. But now, seeing this little girl suffer with bricks falling from her walls,

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