Descriptive Essay About My Hometown

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

Our Town is a rather unorthodox production. Most playwrights want to go for realism and detail, with huge scene sets or intricate scene changes. Not this one. In Our Town the author (Thornton Wilder) strives to create a play which does not need to rely on scenery and detail, but visualization and the investment of the audience. In this way there is nothing to distract from the core message or plot of the play. What this play does take to it’s advantage are sound effect; with the lack of props or scenery the sound effects give us the perfect amount of imagery to go on. Now within this script there are several directors in which have taken the play and made it their own. Out of three of the plays being: NBC's 1977 representation, PBS’s 1989 representation, and PBS’s 2003 representation. From these three representations one of theme most suitably gets a grasp of what Wilder was going for; simplicity, relatability, and imagery. PBS’s 2003 representation best defines what wilder's vision of his great play was.

I attended Athens West Theatre Company’s performance of, Our Town by Thornton Wilder on October 8th, 2017. The production was directed by Larry Snipes and it was located in the Black Box Theatre in the Pam Miller Downtown Arts Center in Lexington, Kentucky. This show premiered in 1938 and it remains a classic play, and it is a winner of the Pulitzer Prize. Our Town is a show highlighting universal truths about birth, death, life, longing, love and marriage, looking back at America in the early 1900s.

Since the government has sent us the notice that they are going to take my grandma’s studio back and rent it to someone else, I am here to collect and pack up the stuffs. It has been a year since the last time I came to my grandmother’s studio. It is a tiny, tiny studio, probably no larger than 250 sq fts. I inserted my key to the old, rusty lock, it made a noise like it has been a century since the last time it was opened. When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was a big, old, black and white photo of my late grandfather hanging on the wall. Right next to the photo, there is a wooden bunk beds which covered up a quarter of the studio, which is always ready for me to stay. A white desk stands against the wall between the bed and TV cabinet, which served as both her dining table and my homework corner. Even though it has been a year since the last person stepped into this place, everything are still well organised and clean -- nothing are dusty. My grandmother spent the last few years of her life in this tiny studio, with a lot of joyful memory for our family. It is always my favourite place.

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.

I grew up in a average looking house on the end of the cul de sac. I grew up in a loving neighborhood, and the people I grew up with have because my closest friends. The outside of our house is painted white and has navy blue shutters surrounding the windows. When you walk through the front door, you get a close up view of our tan, carpet stairs that are still stained. Once you turn to the left, you walk into the family room. The family room has what my family calls “the brown couch.” The brown coach is a long, super soft couch that has a perfect view of the T.V. where we can binge watch our favorite shows. Across from the brown couch room we there’s a storage room. The storage room has everything; art supplies, board games, card games, books, office supplies, it has it all. There’s also a grayish- purple futon which we occasionally pull out, but it mainly stays as a couch. Next to the futon is my desk. Connecting from my desk is a bright pink chair where I spend a lot of my school nights. My desk has all the school supplies a person could need; crayons, pens, pencils, erasers, books, paper, you name it a probably have it somewhere.

I am honored to become a head of the tourism department, to introduce a good place - my hometown Heze city.

My hometown is Liaocheng，in western Shandong province.It’s located in North latitude 35 ° 47 '~ 37 ° 05' and east longitude 116 ° 16 '~ 116 ° 32' . There are about 800 thousands people in my hometown which is 957 square kilometers.It borders the provincial capital of Jinan to the southeast,and the province of Hebei and Henan to the west.

Energetic, boisterous New York City is not the first place someone would think of when they are trying to define themselves. From the beautiful cathedrals, buildings, and cultures that lie throughout the city, New York is the melting pot of all different aspects of life. Tourists from all over the world flock to this city to begin or extend their version of the “American dream.” Jamaica Kincaid writes of her beautiful country in A Small Place. When she writes, the audience also sees the ugliness tourism leaves in her country taking away from its beauty. Kincaid’s idea that a place is not just relative to the present or even relevant in the same way for all people helps to explain why, in my own life, New York has given me a sense of wonder of what not only is but was and a love for history. This sense of wonder and love of history has greatly defined who I am.

As I opened the way to the dreadful old frequented house on my road, I began to surmise that perhaps this wasn't such a smart thought. I admonished myself for needing to turn back, and reluctantly ventured inside to investigate. My darker hair and dim dark colored eyes made me for all intents and purposes cover in the wood-framed anteroom, aside from my old dim hooded sweatshirt and agreeable red sweat pants. I was normal tallness for eleven, however I was all the while must admire check for spider webs. I needed to clean my glasses since so much tidy had gathered on them. My hair required washed as of now since so much tidy has gathered on it. As I strolled through the entryway on my right side, I understood this must be the formal fining room. An old, Victorian style table with eight rich seats was clearly the point of convergence of the room, laying on an excellent green, gold, and red conditioned cover. The hardwood flooring around it composed immaculately with the covering, which came roughly 33% of the path up the exquisite gold-painted divider. The tremendous picture window was confined by a custom bureau with a smorgasbord coming to simply beneath the windowsill. My heart was beating, and the room noticed dusty, smelly, and faintly of roses. On the table there was a substantial bunch of red roses, and eight green, red, and gold place mats. Another red rose, each in a thin vase, sat at each place. I chose to look through the bureau by the window to check whether

My hometown is Longkou, which is a small coastal town belong to Yantai, it is small but very beautiful, the environment is also suitable and resources rich. Now I have a brief introduction to my hometown.

I have lived in the same small house on Honey Creek road my entire life.The front yard is full of bright green grass, that stands just a little too tall. One ditch is on each side of the long black cement driveway. At the beginning of the driveway are two large, solid boulders. My front yard is large compared to the neighboring yards. It is where my siblings and I would play tag and other games during late summer nights and would build snowmen on cold winter evenings. The same yard that my brother has spent countless hours push mowing the too tall, bright green grass. Looking at the front view of my house, the siding is a light gray and covers the entirety of the one story house. There is a tall red brick chimney off to the right but is hardly ever caught breathing smoke. The roofing is a dark blue with black speckles and the front door is a matching blue painted on very thick. On the front door is a brown wreath hung by a burlap bow. The word family, in a bubbly font, is neatly centered in the middle of the wreath.

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.

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.

Linda Bennett once said “Our homes represent more than our financial assets; they have a deep and unique emotional meaning. Our earliest memories of home are often connected to our childhood.” To me home is where my family is, it’s where I was raised. No matter how far away you move from your home, it will always mean as much to you now as it did back then. Everyone’s home is the building block of the foundation of their future development as a person.