Descriptive Essay : Where Was Home

“There seemed to be nothing to see; no fences, no creeks or trees, no hills or fields. If there was a road, I could not make it out in the faint starlight. There was nothing but land…I had never before looked up at the sky when there was not a familiar mountain ridge against it. But this was the complete dome of heaven, all there was of it. I did not believe that my dead father and mother were watching me from up there; they would still be looking for me at the sheep-fold down by the creek…. I had left even their spirits behind me. The wagon jolted on, carrying me I knew not whither. I don't think I was homesick. If we never arrived anywhere, it did not matter. Between that earth and that sky I felt erased, blotted out. I did not say my prayers that night: here, I felt, what would be would be.” This new surrounding is the beginning of an adventure for

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.

There is not a single place on this Earth that someone can take me that will make me feel at ease no matter how hard that person tries. The only thing that can truly make someplace home and make me feel at ease is a place with friends, family, and a place to perform.

Being in the home was like a separate world, one between life and death. When I reached the outside world again everything seemed so fresh. There were bright yellow-green leaves that hung with an arrogant vivacity, cars that sped by with such fervor, wind blowing with verve and energy, lively children playing with a vivacious lust for life, and the vitality that exudes from the air into your lungs. I wanted to bring this energy into

Then, finally, the author depicts the bright side of our world, its revealed beauty after previous sufferings and lost dreams, as people begin “smelling flowers” and “living it up.”

Tranquil gusts kissed my skin; the sweet sensation of a breeze and the rustle of the trees’ leaves sung me a lullaby. As I lie, back to my trampoline and limbs sprawled, my mind would undergo a sort of cleansing, ridding me of my troubles. My home held my childhood; it possessed memories that had accumulated from day one, intertwining and condensing them to forge a place that would bear peace and serenity. I never contemplated departure, even when it was apparent my parents sought for a better place to reside, for no place could replace my home. Alas, my assumptions were proven to be erroneous.

Quiet and unassuming, a modest-looking house lies in the middle of a vast, empty plain, located away from the city and close to the pastoral natural world. Separated from the forceful influences of conformity, but still in touch with the surrounding world, this house is free to think, feel, and experience as it pleases. That’s because this house represents more than the entirety of its physical and visual features; it is a metaphor for my memories, ambitions, secrets, feelings, and emotions.

This small yet powerful voice shakes our morals to the concrete foundation, affects our decision-making and even persuades our choices made. The day was a very typical but a distinctiveness hung in the mist like the salty, crisp aroma of the great pacific ocean. My thoughts were blank, incomplete, tuned out by the muffling of the vehicle and the constant static of the radio. Switching lanes on to my usual route, I saw the leaves blow in the cool breeze, hovering like a small swarm of doves. The leaves have begun their cycle of life, changing into vibrant shades and hues of sun kissed orange and moribund yellow. Peering out the window, the environment grabbed my attention, and the constant sipping of the dark brew of coffee kept my eyes alert and attentive to all my sense into taking full effect. Life seemed to great, to perfect, to good, but in reality the covering mask was about to be

This year we all experianced our first real blizzard, and it was epic! Snow fell all night and day and completely buried everything in site inlcuding my car, but that didn't stop us from going out the next day to enjoy what mother nature had laid down. My first mistake was leaving our snow shovel out in the shed and having to step into 3 feet of snow to retrieve it. It took the whole day and a little into the night for both Alisa and I to dig our vehicles out and to dig a decent walkway for Bishop to be able to move around and enjoy the snow. The snow was just as tall as he was! The only negative was the impact it had on our post and not being able to go out and about. But hey, it was a small price to pay for some good quality family time. We

Brad Miller and I recently bought our very first home in Longmont, CO and our mortgage is through Premier/Cherry Creek. We worked with Alicia Alpenfels and I wanted to send an email letting you know how impressed we were with her. She had worked with us over two years ago when we almost bought a condo through the Boulder Affordable Housing program but the transaction fell through due to changes in our situation. When we were in a place to try and buy a home again last year there was no question that we wanted to work with her again. She was extremely kind, and dedicated to helping us get a home. We had numerous offers we put in and she always got our pre-approval letters to us when we needed them. A large part of the reason why the process

A home that can be considered paradise, if compared to its surroundings. A family that values filial piety and education. Yet when I step out of the house and put forth a foot into the street, my scenery changes, I see unimaginably amount of homeless people. Doesn’t matter the age or gender, they’re all out there. A glimpse into the eyes of the elderly revealed they lost hope; while looking at the younger generation, a small spark that was dimming could be seen. This was the environment where I grew up. It allowed me to be a selfless person who is considerate.

The fleeting changes that often accompany seasonal transition are especially exasperated in a child’s mind, most notably when the cool crisp winds of fall signal the summer’s end approaching. The lazy routine I had adopted over several months spent frolicking in the cool blue chlorine soaked waters of my family’s bungalow colony pool gave way to changes far beyond the weather and textbooks. As the surrounding foliage changed in anticipation of colder months, so did my family. My mother’s stomach grew larger as she approached the final days of her pregnancy and in the closing hours of my eight’ summer my mother gently awoke me from the uncomfortable sleep of a long car ride to inform of a wonderful surprise. No longer would we be returning

When one thinks about their “home”, they get a comfortable feeling, happiness, tranquility, etc. Now, the feeling that I get when I’m at home is stress, an unknown place, sadness in which causes me to want to escape and live in a fantasy world in my mind. My house isn’t a home to be in or live in at all due to the sour relationship my stepfather has towards me, the confinement and misery, and finally the treatment I receive at home. First, my stepfather and I have a sour relationship due to his fault because he treats me like trash and always talk bad things about me behind my back to my mother or siblings. However, when my mother is home he does not say a word or treat me like dirt but recently my mother has noticed that all he does is talk about me and how I’m no good and he tries to persuade my siblings to hate me. But let’s get one thing straight, even if my siblings resent me which they don’t but if they did, they would know the whole truth about their father and who he really is, for he is the devil. I’m not as a simile, I’m saying it because it is the truth. My stepfather might look like an angel and a person who would seem like they could not hurt a fly but, if he has the chance he will do it behind your back. He made me feel like I lived in hell, in a confinement and misery for he didn’t allow me to text, have friends or even hang out with them. Lastly, he said I couldn’t have a boyfriend and the time he figured I was talking to a guy he went all crazy and

The lamp posts caste themselves like trees on the narrow path. The bright lights on the other side cover the vast sky. The enormous white arch introduces itself first and then allows the plentiful structures behind it to shine under the restless night. Although the humid air perturbed my skin, the temperature was perfect to contemplate my thoughts. The night was almost silent and all that could be heard was the noise the rapid cars made as they passed through the highway. The buildings seemed minuscule from far away, but I knew that they were enormous when standing in front of them. The city buildings and lights provided a sense of security, a place where the city’s arms awaited. The city’s arms were not home; instead home awaited with an overly stressed life, one parent, and a few wild children. The sudden announcement that my mother was to stay in the hospital for the next 7 months due to her risk in labor and later suffer postpartum depression startled me, how could such a strong healthy women fall into this situation? My mother’s state became a burden onto my arms, as the eldest I would have to adapt to handle house tasks, create a more close relationship with my siblings, and continue to be successful in my educational life.

My hometown is located in Sishui, Jining City, Shandong Province.Sishui is located in the south of Shandong Province, south of Taiyi mountainous areas, county east Pingyi, West Qufu, South Zoucheng, North Xintai, northwest Ningyang. There is a total area of 1118.96 square kilometers, Sishui is the north south high, middle low, sloping from east to west, Hilly land is about 738.5 square kilometers, accounting for 67% of the total area, Fengxian mountains is the highest elevation in Sishui and it is of 608 meters. Sishui is located in the warm temperate monsoon climate zone, four seasons, plenty of sunshine, annual temperature and daily temperature difference is significantly, the annual mean temperature of 13.4℃, frost free period 180 - 220