Descriptive Essay About A House

Never have I taken the time to think of the significance of the kitchen table in my life, but I have come to realize that my kitchen table has always been a place to unwind and share with my family members. From childhood to my adult hood, I have always come to the kitchen table in celebration, conference, in search of security, and enjoyment. The kitchen table of the past always brought my family together, and the table in my present brings focus to my school work and an occasional “catch up” conversation with my family, and in the future I hope to have a similar kitchen table setting as I did in my childhood, but with my own style.

Answer: I do not have separate room for reading. My bedroom is my reading room too. My reading room is small but well ventilated. My reading room has two doors and two windows. One is on the north and the other is on the west. So, light and air can get easily into it. There are two chairs, a desk and an alna in my reading room. The alna stands on the left side at my desk. My books and useful things are neatly arranged into the desk. There is a beautiful calendar on the wall in front of my table. There is flower and vegetable garden on east side of my reading room. I always keep the room neat and clean. My reading room is very beautiful to look at.

The new room is half finished with rugs covering the concrete floor and posters hanging on the concrete walls. When you enter, you are swarmed by the smell of a teenage boy (cologne, expired food and dirty clothes). To the left, you will see a beautiful couch, the one that was grubby enough for me to take out of storage, the beautiful faded yellow color of it contrasts with the blue walls perfectly. On each end of the couch, there are small side tables. Each one with a lamp and a black light bulb. The black lights are one of my favorite items in my room. They cause my whole room to glow when they are on and are great for chill hangouts. On one table, there is a fish tank. My fish's name is Jeremy, but he doesn’t move much. Every now and then I tap on his glass and ask “you good?”. He gets frightened by the noise and bolts away. In front of the couch, there is a coffee table made by my Uncle Steve. He is a table maker and has made most of the tables we have in our house. An american flag pattern painted on the top adds to the randomness of my room. I do homework on this table sometimes and use it to kick my feet up and relax. Against the wall, there is a big brown chair. This, I did happen to have in my old room, but in there it took up half of the room. Although old and grubby, it may be the most comfortable chair I have sat in.

One place that I see every day but don’t put much attention to is my house. The house that I live in is near by a park and a gas station. My house is small and cozy is made of steel frames, the anterior part of the house has a beige and pink color that combine a beautiful shade. The inside of my house has many portraits of family members and drawings. I have a total of two bathrooms and four rooms a kitchen and two living rooms. We have a living room that’s used for grown-ups and the other one is used for the children. The kitchen table and chairs are made of wood, in the ceiling there is big chandelier. The walls of my house are painted in different colors that are green, beige and pink. I like that every room has its own different color, it’s not boring it brings life and shade.

Laughter, sizzling, the clinking of wine glasses and the crunching of chips float down the hallway. The smell of good food made with cumin and love. The kitchen is a place of joy and family, a place of sharing our days and silently scarfing Mom’s chicken tacos. Many of the greatest moments in my life have been in my kitchen: cooking pork ribs with my dad and listening to his ridiculous old rock music, opening my first college acceptance letter, learning we were moving to Munich. Many of the worst times have been in the kitchen, too.

Anytime I hear the word home, memories and stories that my home has given me begin to race through my head like a runaway train. Home is a place in the world that will no doubt in my mind relate to me at any point in my life. This haven-like dwelling can be described as an overflowing spring with an abundance of love and support. Throughout my life, my mother and father have taught me about roots. Roots in a sense are basically your home, or the foundation of your life, such as where you come from and how you were brought up. Along with my parents, my home and the things it withholds has had a part in raising me.

Anytime I hear the word home, memories and stories that my home has given me begin to race through my head like a runaway train. Home is a place in the world that will no doubt in my mind relate to me at any point in my life. This haven-like dwelling can be described as an overflowing spring with an abundance of love and support. Throughout my life my mother and father have taught me about roots. Roots in a sense is basically your home, or the foundation of your life such as where you come from and how you were brought up. Along with my parents, my home and the things it withholds has had a part in raising me.

Beep beep beep. My eyes fluttered open as I reached to turn off my alarm. The clock read 5:30 AM. Slowly I made my way to the bathroom to get ready. The floor felt cold under my feet as I tried to miss the certain spots I knew would wake up the household. As I stood in front of the mirror, my eyes still crusted with sleep, I told myself to be strong. Cold water dripped down my neck and shirt as I massaged the lather into my skin. I noticed the droplets that had formed at the ends of my eyelashes, trying with all their might to hold onto the slick strands. Waltzing to my closet I tried to push aside my swaying thoughts. I slid on my favorite skirt and twirled in front of the mirror. I loved how it flew, the way it moved up and down like a carousel ride. I admired the fabric with its tangle of flowers interweaving through the vines. The flowers seemed a little droopy today. I brushed my hair until it was as soft as a kitten’s coat. I began to apply my makeup, with more effort than usual. The soft brushes tickled my cheeks as they concealed my imperfections. The droplets on my eyelashes had vanished and I coated the strands in thick layers of my best mascara. I wanted to look perfect.

One of the reasons why the dining room stands out as a special place is because most of the family meetings are carried out in the dining room and the dinner is time for every member of the family to be there. You therefore don't want those embarrassing moments when your guests are present. Off particular interest is the number of seats that your dining has, compared to the size off the family. This is one of the most important things that you should always consider when you are procuring the dining room

My definition for home indescribable by words or by a simple thought, but home is rather of a feeling. Home is the calmness and serenity that settles over me like a blanket on a cold snowy night, just a silent assurance telling me I belong there. It took me quite a bit of time to understand where exactly that place is, and I didn’t know that the answer was always right in front of me. This feeling would come and go, and I would never recognize it because I knew that only the house I lived in was my home. Home is in fact more than what the words in the dictionary say.

I did my best to straighten up a bit for my impromptu guest; quickly discarding a few empty low balls that had marked their territory on the old coffee table with rings of dried condensation. The single bed and bath apartment wasn 't particularly large but it was open with only a short wall separating the living area from the kitchen. The aforementioned bedroom and bathroom being the only rooms that were completely enclosed. The living area doubled as my office and with a bit creative decorating, didn 't feel as cluttered as it truly was. A large wooden desk found residence at the back of the room, my hand-me-down office chair and two gently used wooden chairs sat on opposite sides of the wooden center piece. A dark brown leather sectional took the for front and served as make shift seating for waiting clients, not that there were ever any waiting.

Telling family stories is the basis of family dinners in my house; whenever we all gather around my dining room table

Home is where your heart is. It can be a one-room shack, apartment, house, or even a camp trailer. At one point everyone in their life have dreamed of having a place they can call home. Home sweet home. Being raised in a military home from 1961 to 1970 we lived in at least 10 different houses that we called at home, because we lived there as a family, when my dad died in 1975 our home was no longer a home but a house that we just cohabitated in. With the absence of our father the majority of the children became juvenile delinquents.

We are in my extravagant room in our Mansion. The walls are covered in pink floral wallpaper. My bed is baby pink ruffles. Dolls I haven’t touched since my fifth birthday, claiming I was too old for them, litter the shelving above my bed. My room is huge, there is much more space than I would ever be able to fill up. I find it odd that we

I walk down a long skinny hallway which leads me into the living room. The living room is gigantic and is filled with many wonderful things. The first thing I notice is the 56 inch Vizio 3d TV hanging on the wall, underneath that is a medium sized black entertainment center that has a blue ray DVD player, a Vizio sound bar for surround sound and an Xbox 360 inside of it. I looked to the left and seen a large black leather couch with a love seat and reclining chair next to it, in the center of those is a square glass table with black narrow legs. I walk to the left towards the kitchen and dining room and when I enter the dining room the first thing I see is a shimmering diamond chandelier hanging over the mahogany wood dining table with mahogany chairs with a curved padded back. I walk into the kitchen and see a island in the middle made of granite countertops, the cabinets are all mahogany with shiny silver handles and the refrigerator is steel with side by side doors, as I turned to the right I seen a flat top stove with 5 burners. I then walk back out to the living room into another hallway leading me to some spiraling stairs. I walk up the stairs to the second story where the offices and gym is. I walk down a hall and on the left is one of the small offices that has a brown desk with a 27 inch hp computer on it, on the left is a door that leads to a small half bathroom with a plain white toilet with a silver handle. As I walk a little bit further down the hallway on