Descriptive Essay About A Dream House

This is my dream home. The house is a two-story house, made of brick with vinyl siding on the front. It has a large front porch, and a nicely made wooden swing. The front door is a broad door made of wood. The columns on the porch are decorated with stone around the bases. There are lovely flower planters, hanging from the overhang on the porch. In the middle of the porch are two outside chairs with and iron table in between them.

They have vast central room where kids accumulate and a craftsmanship is displayed on a white wall and hung from ceiling to floor to roofs with open windows leading to an extensive plant filled play area. Enormous mirrors are also hung in as piece of the style with a thought of encouraging singularity.

I walked in and observed the place once again. I had been here before but it has been a long period of time. Long bookshelves stretched all the way to the wall that were embedded with dark wood, and filled with different colored books. The lights on the ceiling were so dim I had to look more closely at the setting. Long couches were placed in the middle of the room, with a small coffee table but a huge television screen. There was a hallway all the way at the other side of the room, almost as if it were a never ending tunnel. Overall it was a cute little home where no one would dare to get involved with.

In Merrillville, Indiana on 85th avenue there is an apartment complex called the Three Lakes. Three buildings down on the right within the complex is an apartment with a very unique living room. Once entering the building, three flights of carpeted stairs are immediately within. Once the stairs are conquered fully make a left, passing two doors coming to a white door to the left with the number 711 embedded. When opening the door and entering the apartment the beige soft fibered carpet is the first feel of the room. Upon completely entering the apartment on the right wall, in front of the entrance, there is a beautiful mirror with a black glossy trimmed frame that hangs level with the eyes. When no one is in front of the mirror the reflection of the brown closet door is visible. On the left a light manila brown closet door with a unique rust colored knob smack in the middle, awaits family and visitors. This mirror has a black glossy trimmed frame and hangs at a direct eye level. When no one is in front of the mirror the reflection of the brown closet door is visible in the mirror. To the left side wall of the apartment the closet door is also immediately by the front door entrance. The closet door is a light manila brown and when closely looked at, has diagonal wood patterns covering the

We walked inside the room and it was huge! It even had a mini bar! There were three rooms, one that the kids declared as there's, a family room, and the parents room.

On the other hand, are two designs of Steven Gambrel. Also, a living room and a kitchen. At this point the reader should realize at first glance, one of the

The red window bedroom is located on the home’s second story. Entering the home, the first level is an open floor plan joining the living room and kitchen together. The left side of the living room has a staircase leading to the second level. The second floor is a L-shaped hallway consisting of four different doors. Behind the first door is a bathroom and the other three are doors to bedrooms. The last door in the hallway is the door to the red window bedroom.

There’s this old, creepy, house down the block from my house, and I wanted to explore it. There are many stories about who has lived there or who has died there and I absolutely love scary stories and things so I felt compelled to go inside. It was in the middle of October and October is my favorite month to explore dark creepy things so I planned my weekend for this.

The outside gives the appearance of a multi-story building. Two cherubs support a large shield in the pediment which was intended to contain a coat of arms. (Anderson 157) Ionic and engaged Corinthian orders are used. The orders on the exterior side walls combine flat and rounded columns with a pair of coupled pilasters at the end of each facade. Exterior street façade show the classical element of symmetry matching left to right and right to left. One can view the differences from top to bottom and bottom to top. Lower window tops alternate rounded and pointed where upper windows are all flat topped. Each window and order section is a separate design but is also part of the complete building. The interior of the Banqueting House is not multi-storied but a single double cube room. The space has Ionic orders under and Corinthian orders over a cantilevered gallery. (Summerson 53) The flat ceiling is covered with Ruben panels. The Banqueting House is still in use today for concerts, government function and private parties.

Sometimes letting go can be the best change in life. At first it may seem difficult, holding onto something that had so much time and effort invested into. However, if at the same time, its inhibiting from living a comfortable and productive life, then it may be necessary making an adjustment. In my case, my adjustment was leaving an apartment. At the age of eleven, my family; which included my mother, father, and two brothers, had moved into our last apartment. A home should feel comforting, warm, and safe. This apartment was definitely something I wouldn't be proud to call home.

It was a sunny morning the streets were honking filled with cars. I called my friend over so we could play baseball. Ethan had told me that there was a haunted house on Halloween that was the scariest in town. I was never a big fan of Halloween all the costumes, people coming to your house that's weird. And plus this haunted house we are supposed to go to is right by the woods. “Ethan I don't think i'm going to that place it's right by the woods”. Ethan was looking at me like I was crazy, “ ARE YOU NUTS! We are going no matter what and we are going to bring James as well”.

I wasn’t allowed to do this, but I couldn’t resist. It was a broken down old house in the street behind ours. It is a house with the yellow paint peeling off to show the hundred-year-old red wood that was used to build it underneath. The paint was fading away as rain eroded the house. No one knew if there was someone living in there. It was practically yelling at me, “JAMES, COME IN HERE! I AWAIT YOUR PRESENCE!”

I don’t know why I agreed to go to a haunted house. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea for my first haunted house to be the one given the title of world’s longest haunted house by Guinness World Records. I’m a coward, I get scared very easily but yet I agreed to go. Little did I know what was to come. As soon as the clock hits seven o'clock  my dad and I go pick up my cousin Sara so we can head to my doom, Dragon’s House of Horror. As Sara gets in the car and fastens her seatbelt my dad asks, “Are you guys ready for the haunted house?!” my cousin responds, “Yeah” not much enthusiasm shown in her face of stone unlike mine which is ridden with fear. I respond with a squeaky voice, “Of course, I was born ready.” Both of them laugh, my face gives my true emotions away. I’m a mouse on an open field being circled by hawks, I feel vulnerable. There isn’t much talking as we head to the haunted house as we all try to convince ourselves that nothing bad will happen, and that we made a good decision. The thoughts going through my head are, “it’ll be a good experience to tell later”, “it’ll be fine, how bad can it be?”, “You’re going to be alright no need to back out now”. I don’t know what my cousin and dad were thinking but I’d like to think it was similar to what I was thinking. By the time we get to expo gate number eight the sun has already said goodbye and the moon has risen. Everything about the place already seems spooky, the entrance is dimly lit and the only words

“Life is not measured by how many breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breathe away.” - Dr. Maya Angelou. To others this quote may spark an image of a serene beach overlooking a breathtaking sunset, but to me, this quote entails my fond memories of going to a haunted mansion and school field trip off to the wilderness.

During 5th grade year of 2016, almost once every week my parents would go and look for a house. I would remind them everyday that the house we have is great and there is no need to find another. In that house I have lived there at least eight years, which is most of my life so far. Till this day it has always been my favorite house, and the perfect house. I have made so many memories there it is impossible to count. I loved it.