Descriptive Essay About My House

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 love that house we had so many memories in that house we group up there. I still remember my room. My room was decorated as princesses. What I love the most about my house was that my house was six blocks from my first elementary but once we move schools our house was only three block away from juanita jones elementary. When I was in 5th grade I came home one day and my parents and my neighbors had received a letter from the government saying that we had to move houses because they were going to expand the freeway so my parent started to find other houses I was sad about leaving I love that house I had so many memories. My house was next to a small liquor store call Bob's market. My sisters and i would always go to Bob's market before we went to school he would always give us free candy we still go and visit bob and his wife since our house is nearby but we don't visit as much.

The surreal feeling my family got from going through the cloths, books, and other things we have had for as long as I could remember living in that house. As to getting down to texas it was decided that my mom and my brother would fly down and me and my dad would take the two day drive and bring what we could not fit onto the moving truck.

Most of my childhood memories took place in the home that I remember best, the red house on Hawthorne Street, in Portland, Oregon. The house was three stories of endless adventure, with a great big backyard for any little girl's imagination to run wild. In fact, I spent so much time outside that I barely remember the house at all. Also, for some reason, my fondest memories took place during the summer while I lived there. I remember riding my tricycle on the sidewalk with the two twin boys across the street, and sharing my dolls with the little girl who lived in the yellow bungalow three houses down from mine. But, the memory that sticks out most is our forth of July block party.

This house was the best as a child it had a long drive way and big field of green grass and cows. I grew a big connection to my childhood house like roots to a tree. It was a little down the road from Mt.Peak and I would always going hiking because it was enjoying for me to be with nature. I remember elementary school and seeing the same faces in some of my classes tell this day. I met my best friend in kindergarten and I’m still really good friends. Growing up in a small town there was always the same faces and same people working at the local grocery store, it takes around a minute to walk through town, most of the time you can take a bike to your friend’s house, walking to school wasn’t that hard because it’s not far and of course the same old smell of

The inside of the house was way better than the outside but it seem boring inside. It took me forever to find my room. My room had a window that i can open and go onto the roof, it is very big in size. Mom and Dad finally came in the house after they had a talk with our landlord. I knew that as soon as we got here my hands are going to hurt because of carrying boxes in, unloading the boxes , and then putting them away.

We left the town hall and went back to our little house. Each adult finding their child and walking back to their little home, which was on the same street as everyone else 's shack. My Parents and I were both walking in the same place, but Mom and Dad were keeping their distance.

On a warm and sunny day my mom and I pack the last of our things from our now old house. At the time we were living in a 2 story condo in Issaquah. We had been living here for many years, but our landlord had come back from Africa and gave us a week's notice that he was moving into our house. Forcing us to try and find a house in a HURRY!!!!Luckily my mom was able to find a house that was about 20 minutes away from our home in Issaquah. This house wasn't a normal sized house that we found. It was gigantic. Over 4,000 square feet, 6 stories and tons of rooms. It had the biggest backyard that leads into a beautiful forest, it kind of reminded you of being in a fairy forest. But even though it was in a huge gated community there was still something off about it. The house itself reminded you of a horror movie ,

First, we checked out my Uncle’s new house. It was a big, white house with a big backyard. They had a very cute dog who loved me! I made a new friend that day. Then, we all went to my Aunt’s house with my grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, and some of my mom’s friends from high school and college. The second I walked into their backyard, the smell of hotdogs and sausage hit me like a bullet. Everyone greeted me with hugs and smiles. There was a pool and a cute little dog named Zeus who was sleeping on the deck and snoring. I swam for a little and then I talked to all of my relatives that were there. The food was absolutely amazing! I had a bunch of hot dogs and sausages with salad and pasta salad. For dessert there was yummy chocolate cheesecake with strawberries that my aunt made, which was even more delicious than the main

Arriving at Edy’s was interesting for multiple reasons. However, I mostly just remember the overwhelming feeling of both relief and exhaustion. No one in the group really had any idea what kind of accommodation we would have, so to walk into Edy’s beautiful, clean, and welcoming home, was comforting, especially in those first, very sleep deprived moments. Honestly, if you don’t include the exterior architectural

My family did everything in that house. Everything from family gatherings, Christmas mornings, Thanksgiving, and much more. We played catch with our football in the front yard and tended to our precious plants in the back yard. I celebrated many birthdays there. I felt comfortable, happy, and safe there. Then, one day we decided to move, and we left the place I loved.

I’d been here before. The house wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small either. It was one story, with a living room that opened into a dining room and then a kitchen. The bedrooms were in the back – three of them. Haylie and I would share a bathroom that connected two of them.

Growing up on the farm, there was always something fun to do. My siblings and I rode horses, played in the irrigation with the dogs, and even

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.

I remember every day in summer my brothers and I would play with our neighbors and do lots of fun activities outside. The kids that we hung out with were older than me but they still included me as if I were one of them. I wouldn 't always join in their activities just because they were all