Descriptive Essay On My Dream House

The street I live on has a lot of houses on it, and mine just happens to be one of them. Each house has its own driveway each one unique in its own way. Most of them are paved driveways, but mine happens to be made from hard pack. I can picture the driveway when it was built, still in the same place and still being made of rocks.

In my lifetime, I have lived in 4 different homes. None of them can even compare to the very first home I lived in, in my hometown of Allentown, Pennsylvania. It was a quaint duplex home that was on a tranquil street underneath a towering maple tree. Nothing will ever be able to replace its permanent spot in my heart.

I have thought of this topic for years. I have concluded that a family hamlet would be where I lived, with the conveniences of living near family and work, and the overall privacy of the establishment. To make this dream come true would take a lot more research, yet, none-the-less, would be stupefyingly incredible. This would, for sure, be a place I’d to

This was a very hard diction to make but I made one and I chose the Green Field House. I was going back and forth between this one and the Crystal Heights House. They both have the indoor/ outdoor living that I really love. But the reason I did not pick the Crystal Heights House is because it is at the very top of my budget and I could not make renovations in that house because of the price. I am really happy with my diction it is go nice and warm here and I have gone to the ocean almost every weekend since I have moved here. I am very happy

Driving to Long Prairie, on the right side of the road, up a hill with a long, paved driveway will be a house to the left. This house is two-stories with a basement. The first time I saw it, the house had a worn out, light tan vinyl siding with faded, dark red shutters from years of Minnesota weather. At the end of the driveway was a garage that resembled the houses color. To the right of the driveway was a large stone wall that was overrun with wild grape vines. In the middle of the wall was a stairway that leads to an old, rundown playhouse. Also, there was a large, gray brick shed further away. Beyond the house are the woods, littered with pine needles from the rows of trees my grandpa planted when he moved there. The whole area is surrounded by the overpowering smell of pine, and the silence the woods carries; it brings a calming, peaceful sensation to me. As the years have gone on, the house and I have aged, grown, and changed together.

For the seventh year in a row, Charlie and his friends headed out into the chilly night to go trick-or-treating. Everyone on their street decked out their houses with decorations, but Charlie’s house was always by far the best. It had graves all along the front lawn with zombies popping half out as if they were coming back from the dead. The house was covered in spider webs on all sides, plus it had spiders dangling from the roof. Some of the windows were boarded up and the others had pieces of broken glass still hanging as if someone had just been thrown out of it. On top of the house, they had inflatables such as a 10-foot giant reaper, Jack Skellington sitting on a tombstone, and Frankenstein. On the front porch was a ancient wrapped mummy that frightened children as they came up to ring the doorbell because it was actually Charlie’s dad who was hiding inside. To top off the decorations, they had a green and black light type of vibe circulating the entire house to bring it all together. Charlie never liked the cemetery part of their decorations because it always scared him of zombies crawling out beneath the ground and attacking the city. He was so terrified that when he was five, he had a horrific dream right before Halloween night about zombies coming out of the local graveyard and attacking him. The rotten flesh and disgusting smell that reeked in his house made him sick. The zombies crept up the stairs and into Charlie’s bedroom where he was sleeping. The five-year-old boy was absolutely terrified, he saw the zombies come up to his bed, and Charlie screamed as loud as he could in fear and woke up as his mom aided him in comfort. That year Charlie didn’t go trick-or-treating, because he was petrified of what he had seen. Throughout the day he was having flashbacks of what he had saw during his dream. A sudden reminder that made him feel uncomfortable every year of Halloween, but he never experienced anything like that again.

The barn has always been my home. When I look back on my childhood, I have trouble remembering anything other than those long days and nights spent at the barn. My mother, a retired professional dressage, long distance, and show jumping rider was never able to shake that part of her. That instinct was so strong that she even rode while pregnant with both my older sister and me. I was on a horse before I could walk, and ride before I could recite the alphabet. But, as I grew older I developed allergies to horses. So bad that my eyes would swell shut and air could barely squeeze to my lungs. So I left the love of horses to my mom and pursued my own passion...goats. It might sound funny but for the past eleven years, I have shown goats at county fairs and helped the family I lease from take care of the goats and their farm. It takes a special kind of person to care for 30 head of dairy goats. They get milked twice a day and eat a lot.

In a small town called Whigham located in the southwest part of Georgia is a home numbered 201 in the middle of Harrell Avenue Northwest. The home is shaded by a mighty oak tree, its exterior is white in color with a forest green metal door and window trim painted forest green to match the door. On the outside this house is full of plant life, two domestic dogs that guard the home from morning to night, and wild animals living off the provisions of the land. The inside of the house is full of geckos, family, and love. This is the house I was raised in since my mother and father brought me home from Grady General Hospital in the month of January in 1991. This home will forever be my safety and my delight.

During 5th grade year of 2016, almost once every week my parents would go and look for a house. I would remind them everyday that the house we have is great and there is no need to find another. In that house I have lived there at least eight years, which is most of my life so far. Till this day it has always been my favorite house, and the perfect house. I have made so many memories there it is impossible to count. I loved it.

Up to this point in my life, I have lived in two homes, though the one I live in now is where I have primarily lived. I have so many vivid memories from these two places that I am constantly looking around remembering all of the good times I had. Moving into my current home was not only a decision to expand on our living space, but give both me and my sister a good place to live. Between the less than desirable neighbors and the small cramped environment, it was a necessary choice to move an I couldn’t be any happier for it.

The street I live on has a lot of houses on it and mine just happens to be one of them. Each house has its own driveway, each unique in its own way. Most of them are paved driveways, but mine happens to be made from hard pack. I can picture the driveway when it was built, still in the same place and still being made of rocks.

My home, my home sweet home the place where I’m in peace and escape from the busy and crazy world. I moved into this house when I was about 6 or 7 and I have countless of wonderful memories that happened here but also some pretty crummy ones. My house isn't very big, but it isn't small it’s the perfect size for just me and my mom. The walls of my house are close to a vanilla color, but have become a bit dirty over the years and the ceiling of it has some water damage because of the few times it rains here. It’s also very noisy throughout the day and night because of the busy road right behind us. There are so many cars that go by every day and sometimes they wake me up at at the wee hours of the morning. It's usually a massive truck that comes down the road at the same time every night honking it’s horn that trembles and shakes the walls of our house. It’s also a lot of people acting up and speeding or racing down the road. What I really do love about my house is the view we get when you step into the backyard. There's a huge desert and then we have a perfect view of the mountain where the tram is at. I love going out there at night because it's very quiet at times and you can see all the stars and the lights of the city.

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.

In a small town called Whigham located in the southwest part of Georgia is a home numbered 201 in the middle of Harrell Avenue Northwest. The home is shaded by a mighty oak tree, its exterior is white in color with a forest green metal door and window trim painted forest green to match the door. On the outside this house is full of plant life, two domestic dogs that guard the home from morning to night, and wild animals living off the provisions of the land. The inside of the house is full of geckos, family, and love. This is the house I was raised in since my mother and father brought me home from Grady General Hospital in January 1991. This home will forever be my safety and my coziness.

My dream house is a giant mansion in the HollyWood hills. The outside is covered in marble walls and complex designs. As you step step up to the golden gates of the property, you are instantly greeted with the sight of a giant 50 foot building laying in front of an enormous lake. As you approach the lake, you can see as the water moves gracefully with the warm Spring wind. Once you approach the edge of the lake, if you look to the right you will see a massive field of roses and many rare flowers. If turn around and walk away from the lake and move to the left of the building you will be greeted with the sight of a giant 60 foot 200-year-old palm tree with coconuts near its top.