Descriptive Essay About My Favourite Place

Long Island, New York is my birthplace and my home. I’ve lived here my entire existence of 17 years and I am blessed. I grew up in a 4 bedroom home in a town by the name of Williston Park. My home is a two-story colonial with a large front and back yard. The lush green grass and the variety of plants in the front yard make it aesthetically pleasing. The white siding of the home make it really hard to keep clean. The four windows in the front of the home make it look as if the house is smiling when you go towards it. Most of the homes in my neighborhood are similar in size and basic structure. Many of these homes are occupied by older white couples. Although my town isn't as diverse as the neighboring towns I love my neighborhood. Some of my favorite things to do are having casual conversations with my older neighbor John; going to the many baseball or football fields to play with my friends; go to Roosevelt Field Mall, or go to one of the many restaurants we have, or finally go to a place called Bounce, which is an indoor trampoline park. One of the greatest parts about my neighborhood is the sense of community and how we are able to set our differences aside when people we care about are in need. Growing up on Long Island we don't have as much access to public transportation compared to NYC, so I usually asked my parents for rides or was stuck walking miles to my friend’s house, or wherever else I went. Once I reached the age I really had no choice other than to get my

I’ve gone to the same church in Hartford almost every Sunday since I was born. The old building holds countless number of memories for my family and me. It has set the stage for a number of Christmas plays and Sunday School concerts. It’s where my little brother and I were baptized, and just recently it was where my goddaughter, Aurora, was baptized. After 20 years of marriage, it was where my parents renewed their vows, and a year later, it was where we held the funeral for my dad after he lost his battle with cancer. When it’s not a place of worship on Sunday mornings, it’s a daycare, where I work and care for a group of rowdy three-year-olds. In my 19 years of membership, the church has seen three different Pastors and

As far as families go, mine is definitely a ‘variety pack’. My father, an engineer, and my mother, an occupational therapist, raised my four younger siblings and I to be independent, open-minded, and selfless individuals. We were brought up to respect the world around us, think for ourselves, and appreciate others opinions, even if they differed from our own. My family’s hometown of DeWitt, Iowa is one of those cliché places where bare feet and fishing define summertime and winter revolves around snowball fights with the neighbors. DeWitt is one of those communities where everyone is willing to lend a helping hand, whether or not they know the person in need. Humility and kindness are valued and are constantly displayed on both community and

“I can’t wait to visit Granny Bea!” I told my mom. “I know honey. Why don’t you head upstairs and start packing. I have to call Jenna and ask if she can dog-sit Bubba,” mom said. I rushed upstairs into my room. It’s a greyish blue shade with a flower design on one section of the wall. My dad painted it before he died, a little over two years ago. There are a few chips in the paint, but I don’t feel right covering it up. I started packing up right away. My clothes are old. They are all  covered in floral patterns, cheesy sayings, and sequins. I threw all my clothes in and zippered my suitcase.

Have you ever felt like you were a stranger? Like no one likes you, and they treated you

It goes without saying that everyone on earth has at least one sanctuary. For some, this place is high up in the branches of a tree, where they can touch the sky with outstretched fingertips and feign a lack of attachment to the busy world lying below. For others, this sacred place might be found in a place as close and accessible as a cubbyhole in their own home. For others still, it might be in a library, or on a quiet mountaintop, the hard pews of a church building, or even a person. I myself have found my haven to be far away and, for now, out of my reach, in a city called Wilmington in North Carolina. It is the seventh or eighth largest city in the state, but the downtown area isn’t too busy to relax and breathe in the fresh air drifting from the beach only a few miles away. It is peaceful and serene, but still bustling with just the right amount of life and activity to be always uplifting, and flawless in its own way.

New York City is a giant beautiful place with lots of tall skyscrapers and many interesting people and activities. NYC is one of the busiest compact places in the world and has been nicknamed the city that never sleeps. It has a rich history of people from all different cultures and backgrounds. My family decided to go on a vacation to see the amazing city. We decided that we were going to go and go and see landmarks, eat new foods, and watch a play on Broadway. This memoir is about my trip to the big apple.

I think we all have in our deepest imagination an image of the perfect place. The perfect place to spend time with ourselves and listen to our trench thoughts. A place to search our inner self as we feel the blood rushing through our body all the way to the sound of a heartbeat. My perfect place was deeply absorbed in my dull thoughts but finally, I have regained and found it. The perfect place to find joy, comfort and peaceful thoughts is being lost in nature.

My first inclination, when I was assigned to write about my perfect writing workplace, was to pick a verandah on a beach house overlooking the ocean maybe in the Caribbean. I absolutely love the sound and smell of the ocean. But upon further reflection, I decided that would not be my perfect place, at least, it would not be my perfect writing place, now for a vacation, it would be fantastic. So, after much consideration, I decided that I would love to have a writing retreat in a rustic setting. This setting would be much like what I have now, except that it would be self-contained. I would have a spot for myself, maybe a shed or a tiny house where no one would interrupt me. One thing I would not have is a telephone because I really loathe talking on the phone since I must use it at work continuously.

As a child, people will always remember certain destinations that stick with them that made a good impression. I have a place that not only made a good impression, it changed me. It made me think off all the things in life people take for granted; places, people, activates. This place brought all though special things in life to one place where I can enjoy them all at the same time. The Oregon coast. Traveling there, as a kid was always special. Waking up early in the morning and driving the long trip there, going through forests, valleys, and cities.

In between the busy streets of 35th avenue and 43rd lies my silent and kind neighborhood. Where everyone is nice to each other and not lousy or mean.  About two months ago, my mother bought our first home. My house looks like a duplex because there are two entrances, one on the left and right and it also has two drive ways. Turning into my neighborhood you right away see that it  is a dead end street, and has very few houses one each side of the road. There is not really anything that grabs one's attention where I live, except a 2017 mustang that is parked next door, or how many stray cats there live here.. Other than that a true attention catcher is our neighbors well kept yard. They have bushes along the driveway shaped into a beautiful square. And colorful flowers in their neat front yard. Their grass is also much greener than anyone else’s. You can tell they care about their yard a lot because they have a landscaper come every week.  There are also two schools that are across the street,  a charter high school that is to the left of an elementary school. What I do like about my neighborhood is that the streets are very wide, wider than usual which gives everyone an advantage. It was so convenient that we lived right across the street from an elementary school. I thought to myself  “I have younger siblings that could go there!” But they really couldn't - the school is only from 1st-5th grade and my sisters were just in 6th and 7th grade. In the mornings are usually when I

“We’re going up? In that thing? Are you kidding me right now?” The power plant was looming about ten feet above us. “ Of course we are silly. This is my special place. What? Are you scared?” It was as though Beasty was mocking me. “What? Of course not. It just doesn’t seem safe.” She laughed some more then started up the plant’s stairs. Adly and i followed reluctantly behind.

Linyi is my hometown, and I am deeply in love with my hometown. Linyi is a beautiful place. There are flowers, grass, mountain, water, fresh air. The people here are sincere, hardworking, simple and kind. Always working for the city and work hard. Linyi is a prefecture-level city in Shandong Province, which is the largest and most populous city in Shandong Province. It is located in the southeast of Shandong Province, near the Yellow Sea, east of sunshine, west Zaozhuang, Jining, Tai 'an, north Zibo, Weifang, south of Jiangsu. Prefecture-level Linyi City jurisdiction Lanshan, Luo Zhuang, Hedong 3 District and Tancheng, Lanling, Junan, Yishui, Yinan, Pingyi, Fei County, Mengyin, Linshu 9 counties. My family in Yishui county.

Our city is called New Nashville, with a population of about 13,000. Our city is loosely based on Nashville, TN; so our climate is hot and humid, as well as the geography being low and flat. We also have a river that goes through the the upper part of town. With the geography being so perfect for parks, our economy is largely spent on parks for all ages, community centers, and other buildings that usually go into residential areas. Our city has a very peculiar set up; where our commercial and residential are together, but our industrial buildings are as far away as possible. We decided to set it up this way because we wanted to ensure that no pollution would harm our residents. Our residential and commercial areas consist of houses, shops, religious centers, schools, libraries, parks, and entertainment places. Meanwhile, the industrial area is full of many successful companies, as well as solar power buildings, water towers, and low-pollution garbage and sewage buildings.

When I first entered the tea house, the aroma of many tea leaves struck me in my nose. I was deeply welcomed by many people. The atmosphere was very lively. The first thing I realized when sitting down at the tea gathering table was the amount of utensils there were to make a cup of tea and the traditional clothing Tea Master Michael Fung was wearing. This made me feel like Tea Master Michael Fung was deeply passionate and interested in the art of tea. As more students came, I realized that it was very cramped. It reminded me of a quote when Dr. Jack said that it was best to drink tea with only two people and the more we have the more it feels uncomfortable.