Descriptive Essay On My Dream House

Everyone has a “dream house”, they just rely on your opinions and beliefs. You can have a modern dream house, or maybe a vintage dream house. You can also either live in the woods, in the city, or even right by the beach! You can be by yourself, or you can have lots and lots of roommates. You can have lots of neighbors, or maybe even none at all! You could live off of a mountain, or maybe on a paved street.

The next day was spent entirely in the car with an exception of a few bathroom breaks. For fourteen hours, I started at the back of the seat in front of me listening to Hannah Montana and the Jonas Brothers. Finally, we arrived at our hotel in North Carolina. For two weeks we stayed at a hotel tell and for a month after that, an apartment. We spent this time looking around our new hometown and waiting for our house to be

It was early on Sunday morning when I went to the rummage sale down the street. My mom brought me every year while I was growing up. Out of all the houses, she always insisted on visiting this specific one. It was a tall blue house right on the corner of our street. It had white shutters and white window frames and a big white door smack dab in the middle of the white porch. The exterior of the house wasn’t very decorated. It was pretty vanilla as I like to say because it was plain, but it still intrigued me. The grass was what caught my eye the most. It was always cut very short, almost like the green of a golf course. I figured keeping it that nice must’ve taken a lot of work yet I never saw anyone ever cut it. The driveway was pretty

Set on a ridge overlooking the beautiful Olympic mountains -you will truly love this unique home. A blend of Japanese and northwestern architecture gives the house a perfect feel for a relaxing yoga retreat or any vacation. With its traditional Tatami room and spectacular Japanese blue tile roof this spacious home will give you the sublime rest and rejuvenation that you deserve!

“Mommy, where are we going?” I asked. “Somewhere safe baby, but we have to hurry. We have to meet Ava so we can get your sister.” Exclaimed my mom. I remember that day vividly. My mom was frantic. I examined her as she shuffled through my dads’ dresser in a panic. She scoured through pictures, clothing and jewelry. Next, she maneuvered towards the closet where the safe was located. Noticing me gawking at her, she shut the door and in a brief moment emerged with a dark blue and brick red shoulder bag that was clenched between her fingers. Clutching my favorite multicolored patchwork Pocahontas quilt and black stuffed animal, I hurried behind my mom as we made our way out of our apartment. It was located in Scott Projects, notoriously known as one of the most dangerous housing projects in Miami, Florida. But it wasn’t so dangerous that day. In fact, it was so full of beauty and life. As we exited the front door, we were met with the sweltering Miami heat accompanied by the quintessential spring breeze. Children’s faces gleamed with joy as they frolicked among one another; jumping rope, playing tag, and riding their bikes up and down the gritty sidewalks. We rushed to the car, my mom opened the back door, buckled my seat belt and kissed my forehead. I gazed at her with so much wonder in my eyes, fighting back the tears, she cracked a half smile and assured me that everything was going to be okay. A few moments later we met up with my cousin Ava, her brother Desmond and my

Let me guide you to walk through our dream house. In front of the entrance facing the NE is an existing heavily landscaped island with giant size rocks and tall pine trees and flower bushes. Crossing a curved drive way and stepping up three platforms to an extended 20ft wide and 8ft deep arch overhang, then you are heading to an arch shaped 12ft door frame with a solid mahogany double wooden door (2- 3x8) paired with two 2x8 engraved art glass panels on each side and an arch glass panel on top of the doorframe.

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.

My bedroom is not a place for the entire community. However, it is just as comfortable to me as someone else’s room is just as comfortable to them. My room is comparably different though. It’s not just a place where I keep all my stuff and sleep all day. There’s more to my private abode than what meets the eye.

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.

Home, the place one spends more time in their life and share special moments with family. Where one expects to live permanently carefree, feel protected under the roof of their house. One day I want to have a home that makes me feel well and where I can be safe and happy. The purpose of this essay is to discuss and fine structural decisions I made about designing my dream house.

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.

It was 1973. No just kidding. It is 2017 I have just moved into a new house. At my old house, there was a playground in my backyard. We made it all by ourselves, from scratch. We had to leave it at the house because of two things, the buyers wanted it and it wouldn't fit in the moving truck. Also at my old house we had 3 rooms, and my mom and dad had to sleep in the garage. The house was a simple house. It has 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a living room, a dining room, a kitchen,and a garage, that doesn't open but it. Still works as a bedroom.

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.