My home was also known as “my tiny world”. In 2013, my family moved to America. We lived for 2 and a 1/2 years in an flat and then bought the home that we now own. My beautiful house is perfect in every way, including its location, size, color, and design. My home is unique in another universe. The neighbor is envious of the beauty of my home. It is my home that makes me feel comfortable. My home was created with the love of my family. Home is special to me.
Although my house might not seem spectacular to others, I am in love with every single detail. My house is beige with a dark brown roofing, red wooden windows, and white blinds for the window. On sunny days, I can open it wide. My house has a red brick exterior and a beautiful yard with shrubs. The window facing the large pine trees in the living area is one of my favorites. The house is only 3 bedrooms with 1 living room and 2 bathrooms. My sister, myself and my brother shared one room. Our parents use the third and largest room of the house. The door from my kitchen leads out into the backyard. So, when the weather’s nice, we can enjoy dinner and BBQs outside. My favorite part of my home is the playground in the backyard. I like to read and do work on the swings when it is nice.
My brother and father regularly water the lawn around my house. We have gardenias and roses all around the house because my mother loves gardening. They smell delicious in the spring and summer and make our neighbors envious. The fence around our property is mostly decorative. Our backyard is also home to a fruit-tree, located next to our playground. My home is more than a simple place to sleep, eat and gather with my family. I’m free to be me, without worrying about what people think. It’s the place where I can be myself and not worry about what other people think. Home is where I feel comfortable being silly and not embarrassed.
A living room can be found when you enter through the main door. The living room is a collection of family photos, certificates, a love seat with cushions, a black couch and a flat-screen TV of 52 inches. It is where we like to unwind after a busy day. Fall is the theme of my home, mainly due to its tasteful decor and soothing color scheme. The colors all contribute to the theme. In my living area, I hang pictures of mine that I’ve drawn and a calendar featuring beautiful paintings. The rooms are not empty. We have many beautiful, comfortable furniture pieces, like a large black leather couch, in my living room. I also love the wooden table and carpet in the dining area. My mother worked hard to make sure that everything fit together.
There are also many houseplants in my home because both my mother and myself love them. There are large and smaller ones, some with flowers, others without, and we have both. My father built beautiful wooden shelves and hooks to organize everything. Our house doesn’t look like a jungle. The leaves start to glow a deep, green colour when the sunlight shines in the windows. It’s like being in the outdoors, but more comfortable and peaceful. My parents have a knack for creating a unique atmosphere in their home.
My family also lives in my house, so it’s not just a place I love to be and relax. My family is very important to me, and I am glad to have an area to be together with them. I am not at home often. My family will always make me feel at home, no matter how many houses I own. I don’t believe that a house is just a bunch of bricks and architectural designs. It’s the people who live in it and care for each other. My home makes me happy. Our parents love us and we in turn try to make their lives as happy, easy and enjoyable as possible. We all care about each other.
Each house has a unique beauty, and its story is one that must be told. My home is where I was born, it’s a colorful place full of beautiful designs and a home that’s full of love, truths and people who believe in each other. I believe that a home should not be a place to live, but a place where people can come together and help each other. A home should be a space where one feels at ease, and is excited to spend time there. The bond between family members is what builds a home, not bricks and wood. Home is something I often take for granted. I treat it like a pit stop, but it has a greater purpose. It’s my place of memories, my place to rest, but it is also where I find myself. Wherever I may go, I will always be able to return home. The heart is home.