descriptive essay

Topics: Family, Mother, Rooms, Political spectrum, French Revolution / Pages: 3 (600 words) / Published: Nov 19th, 2013
My home is a special place to me. It is not only my happy place, but it is also a place where I can also feel other emotions. This house is special to me because it is the first home that my mother and stepfather bought together. Before my stepfather came into my life it was just my mom and I. My mother and I had never lived in a house before. We always lived in either an apartment or a trailer. Moving into a house was something new and exciting for us. I remember standing in the driveway, taking pictures, on my first day of kindergarten. My parents bringing my brother home from the hospital for the first time was exciting but nothing made me more ecstatic than seeing my first car sitting in the driveway of my house. I couldn’t imagine my parents not living in the home that holds so many of our memories.
My house is located in a small, quiet neighborhood in the country. It is set behind a mini hill with neon colored grass. Tall trees fill my backyard and shade the sun on bright days. Beautiful flowers bloom beside the bushes rooted to the left and right of my front door. A “Welcome” door mat lies on the porch of my home, awaiting visitors. On the other side of the front door is an elegant home in which I reside in. To me, there is no place like home. On the first floor of my home are the living room, kitchen and den. The sweet aroma of my mother’s fried chicken defines our home. When family or friends come over they always expect my mom to be in the kitchen cooking. Her fried chicken is everyone’s favorite which draws them to the kitchen as they walk into my home. In the den, located right next to the kitchen, is where my family fellowships together. This is the place where we all watch TV, play family games, laugh, talk and share stories or simply talk about our day. Up the stairs and straight ahead is my brother’s room which is known to be the messiest room of the house and a room that I am never in. Down the hallway and to the left is the bathroom which

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