Descriptive Essay About My Room

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The best way to understand my major of interest is to take a guided tour of my bedroom. Over the years I have transformed it into a functional workspace that showcases my two primary hobbies. First, I will set the scene by describing the layout and general level of organization. Walking through the door, the first thing one notices is the makeshift workstation. Sitting askew across a folding table are five quadcopters in various states of repair. Their visual appearances range from sleek and futuristic, to a skeletal frame fitted with haphazard cables. No bedroom workshop is complete without a complementing assortment of tools, and this one is no exception. A soldering iron, drills, and other equipment are spread out in a functional, but disorganized

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We all have a place to sleep, and no I’m not talking about your car, or the couch at a friend’s house, I’m talking about a bedroom. A bedroom, is obviously a room with a bed in it, but it can be much more than that.

It was 5 on a chilly October morning, the sky was still dark, and the silence was peaceful. There was a few people on the road crossing into Juarez was what took the longest. After waiting in line for what felt like an eternity I weighed my bags and passed through security, I was handed a ticket with a destination to Mexico City. After 3 hours of being on an airplane, I could see the ground, tiny streets filled with people and cars everywhere I looked, huge buildings of every color, and a golden angel that stood in the sky in the middle of the city. I had finally arrived to Mexico City, without knowing how long I would live there or if I would ever leave.

From the outside, the room looks normal. People may just think it’s a plain door with cartoons, but inside it is like stepping into a separate world of color and life. No more of the same desks and whiteboard that we all see repetitively. This room comes to life and captures the uniqueness in every corner.

Right now, my room is very childish. The colors in my room are very vibrant. My walls are a bright blue and the shelves in my room are orange, pink and neon green. My comforter has all of those colors in a straight line pattern. It helps to connect my entire room together, but it is time for a makeover. The only thing staying the same in my room are the closets because they are a great storage area. Since the closets are added on to the shape of the room, they do not take away from the space. I want my room to be a place that is relaxed and comfy, but also a place where my friends and I can hang out. To complete this goal, I am using a grey color on my walls to create a relaxed feeling. I am making my room feel more grown up with a more neutral look and a bedspread as my accent.

As humans, we associate the word isolation with negative feelings. And being told I was moving to a foreign island across the world that I had never previously heard of had me chalking up isolation negatively as well. The island is very small and doesn’t have all the resources that can be found here in America and you have to take a plane just to get to mainland Japan. My experiences with this isolation over four years altered Okinawa into what I now consider to be my home. My home is a secluded island that shaped me as a person by providing me with the tools and distance to educate different aspects of not only my life, but others as well.

As I walk up the stairs to my room and enter, their is a loud noise coming from my air conditioner, makes me feel safe and snug. My room describe my personality, it my favourite room in the house. A place to have peace, disconnect from the hustle and bustle. The scents of my room is light and flowery which that makes me calm. The floral scents sift through my nose from the scent air that is plugged in, the smell can bring back memories and set the mood for new adventure. My room is above the living room and in front of the house. The view of the double glazed off white window is stunning, a colourful flowers dazzling and the grass is bushy and rich like a new-fangled carpet, after cutting. The smell is so fresh you can almost taste the green, the sound of the birds twittering from dawn till dusk and the bold black street with eye catching yellow lines.

In the living room, the cuckoo clock said, "Ticktock, seven-thirty o'clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven-thirty o'clock!" As if the cuckoo clock is afraid, nobody, in the house would wake up. The living room is like a perfect, black and white, cover. I had always been afraid to sit, in the living room, in case I wrinkle the fabric or stain it. The couch is cream but inlaid with a fine green silk, and leaves embroidered so delicately that they might have landed there in spring and just sunk in, but I know they took hundreds of hours to sew. The black curtains are linen, the kind of black that is untouched by hands and devoid of dust. A cursory look to the right shows me the almost hidden cords that are used to open and close them. In the living room, there is no television, no dining table, only the chairs arranged around the bespoke fireplace which leaps with a gas flame. The photographs are black and white, not casual family pictures, but arranged to look like such by a professional, anyone of them wouldn't look out of place. The floor is a high polished wood, dark and free of either dust or clutter. I always felt like this was my home. "I belong here."

My room is definitely a reflection of my life. I have bright pink walls, like my personality. Also, my room is super clean. I like to think that my life is clean. In fact, every time I go in my room I pick something up or move it around. I have a lot of stuff. There are a few pieces of furniture and tons of clothes and junk. First off, I have a double sized bed in the corner of my room. There are always different colored blankets and tons of pillows and stuffed animals lying around on it. Next to my bed I have a huge bookshelf. It is wood and has doors. On the other side of my room there is a big wooden dresser. It has drawers, shelves and a large mirror. By my door there is a small white shelf. It has three shelves with baskets on each. Lastly, I have a big wooden desk at the end of my bed. Not to mention my closet with a built in shelf and shoe holder. In all of these furniture items, I have stuff to go in each one. From clothes, to art supplies, it all has a place.

Between touching the walls my dad painted, putting my hand on the trim or not having my room clean it’s always an issue in my house. My dad built our house so everything was done to his liking. And by everything, I mean everything. It’s either the color of paint he decided on or the shape of the crown molding in the bathroom. It all was decided by him.

The walls are brown, like peanut butter, and it has three windows shaped like squares, with beautiful brown curtains draped across the top, it also has two couches suitable for our family of five, with a 65inch television, which is awesome because we’re all Football Fans, with Surround sound speakers we feel like we’re in a movie theater. There are also some family pictures of my siblings and I when we we’re born. So this is our room, which is special to us, but what’s most special about it is that it brings my family together.

My bedroom is a beautiful room with all sorts of trinkets. When you walk into the room the first thing you will notice is the smell of incents. My bedroom is beautiful because of the large mural and all of the interesting things on my shelves. In my room I have items from all over the world and the walls have a one of a kind mural, which was hand painted by my grandfather. My grandfather started painting the mural on my wall when I was three years old and has been working on it every time he visits my house. Additionally I have been collecting interesting things from countries all around the world since I was young. Every time I would go to a foreign country I would try to buy at least one item that I wouldn’t be able to buy in the United States. Also every time any of my family members would leave the country they would always bring me back some sort of item for my collection.

Everyone likes places they can go to, to let be in a safe place. Mine may not be the prettiest, coolest, or most perfect by any means. For me it works the best when I need breaks from my life and just relax, this is where I go to. It frees me from all the chaos in my life, and I can just let go of things that are worrying me or things I don’t need to be in my life. My safe place is my room, my go to friend when I need one, I can always rely on my lovely room.