My best friend is hard to decide on for I have many best friends. I will pick my friend fou, he is easy to talk to when I am stressed out and troubled with an issue. I often find myself talking to him about lot things I usually don’t tell other people about. I have not really known him that long to be honest, it has only been about 3 years but it feels longer. The things we have been through in that short amount of time have made a friendship I never really had as a child. His personality is very friendly and kind. He is often too nice and timid when it comes to himself; I suppose it can be called humble. He is willing to help me or any other friends I have when he is able to. Although, he is sometimes stubborn, he is still a good friend I can depend on when I need someone to talk to.
My first home was my place to get away from troubles and stress. It was my sanctuary that gives me peace of mind. I ate, slept, and relaxed in my home when I needed to be alone. It gave me time to gather and collect my thoughts without any distractions. My first home was the only place that gave me sound of mind. I was able to spend time with my family and appreciate the little things that most people often take for granted. It gave my family and me a safe and secure feeling at night.
I lived in a two story house that had three bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, and a one car garage. The master bedroom had a walk in closet that is decent size. The bathroom for my bedroom had a shower and bath tub along with a toilet and sinks like most bathrooms. My room itself was fairly large and easy filled with my king’s size bed and matching dressers. The bed itself was so cozy and comfortable, I was able to relax and rest at night and sometimes into the daytime.
My home was an environment that I felt safe to be in with no problems or worries of the world once I stepped through the doors. I often ponder of how proud I felt to have a place to call my own. I often find myself comfortable...
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