My favorite place is my living room not only because it’s the place where I can relax from all the stress of the day but also because the background to just about every warm family moment I’ve had four the past four years. There is no carpet anywhere in my house; it’s all beige tile that is cracked in some areas. Our house is much older than others in our neighborhood, and for some reason the heating vents downstairs are on the ceiling, which means it gets frigid in the fall and winter and it feels like stepping on ice cubes.
There are three separate couches because there is no discernible difference between the living and dining room so it’s a very large space. There are three people living in my house; my mom, my older brother and me, and there is a couch for each of us. We are not a very “touchy” kind of family, not because we don’t like each other but more because it’s just kind of awkward. My brother’s couch is solid black and made of a material that feels like suede and the other two are tan with thick black back cushions that are nearly identical, except that my mom’s couch ...
Home is a term that is used throughout the world as the place where one lives. Is this really what home means? In looking deeper at what the word really means, many interpretations become apparent. Another word that sometimes is confused with home is the word house. A house is the actual building where a person lives, whereas a home is more personal. The dictionary defines the word home as the place in which one's domestic affections are centered (Scott, Foresman Advanced Dictionary p.528). A house is made of mud and bricks but a home is made from love. A home is made of love, sorrow, laughter, excitement, hope, care, atmosphere and feelings of everyone. A home reflects your personality. When a guest enters in the house, he/she comes to know what sort of person you are. A home is a place to rest. There's no place except home which seems like heaven to us.
Having a special place is like having an invisible friend. It means the world to you, but nothing to the guy next door. It is not so often I get an opportunity to sit down and really see what is out there. I am able to sit in my special area in total peace and quiet for as long as I choose to do so. Anyone with noisy roommates knows just what I am talking about. Peace and quiet with kids in the house is extremely limited and you will usually do anything to be able to enjoy the silence. Having a place of my own is very special. It allows me to do the vast amounts of activities that I am not able to do in normal everyday life such as reading, thinking, and just being alone.
My room is the only place where I am most comfortable due to the way how I personally decorated it. My room fits my personality and nothing in my room distracts nor annoys me. Everything fits my preference: the size of my bed, its setting, its organization, and the low quantity of baubles scattered around the room. My room can either be clamorous or silent.
In “Calling Home”, by Jean Brandt and “An American Childhood” by Annie Dillard, both girls are confronted with their sense of conscience and of right and wrong. In the process, both girls experience memorable lessons as a consequence of the decisions they make. In “Calling Home”, thirteen year old Jean realizes that her actions not only affect her but more importantly, her loved ones, when she is caught shoplifting and arrested during a Christmas shopping trip with her siblings and grandmother. In “An American Childhood”, seven year old Annie realizes that adults and their feelings are valid and that they can be just as vulnerable and full of tenacity as a child after she and her friend find themselves being chased by a man who is none too amused at being a target of their snowball throwing antics. In both stories, Annie and Jean are smug in their sense of power and control. Both girls exhibit a general lack of respect for authority by justifying their actions and displaying a false sense of entitlement to pursue and attain whatever they wish, as if ordinary rules do not apply to them.
And if you just want to enjoy the nature view without dipping your toes in the water, rocking chairs and/or a porch swing make for a quaint and relaxed afternoon. The living room is yet another excellent option to spend a couple of hours, thanks to its big fireplace and a flat screen TV.
In Chapter two of Espiritu’s “Home Bound: Filipinos Lives Across Cultures, Communities, and Countries” Espiritu focuses on two main concepts; Filipino migration to and from the United States, and the effect of colonization on the Filipinos. Filipino migration is a result of U.S imperialism and their attempt to Americanize Filipinos. Gender roles of Filipino-Americans are also visible through imperialism and colonization. Immigrants from the Philippines have also went through similar treatment as every other immigration group in the United States. This treatment is what I like to call “the racism of immigrant groups in America pattern.”
What do you think of when you hear the word home? Picture it: a cute little brick house with a beautiful green lawn, colorful garden flowers, and a white picket fence surrounding it. If you see that picture, you obviously have the wrong idea of home. When you say home, do you really mean to say house? Now you’re thinking about what the difference is between a home and a house.
Close to the wall with books and papers haphazardly placed all over its surface sits the one piece of furniture no home can do without one. Some purchase this piece of furniture to fill up a space in a home and eat a meal or two. For others, it is a nothing more than a pretty addition to a beautiful home topped with an elegant table runner and properly placed plates and silverware. This furnishing comes in many shapes, sizes, and colors made of wood, stone, metal, and plastic. For most, the dining room table is a gathering place to share stories of their day and enjoy fellowship together. The family table in our house is plain, aging, and well used, not fancy and untouched.
The feeling of security that was so pure. It became a reminder of a time when everything was simple and it was so easy to find happiness in the most unexpected ways. I remember considering myself lucky whenever my mother would indulge in my pleas to play the piano. Never would have I thought that listening to the notes of “Send In the Clowns” or a song from Forrest Gump could give me so much joy. Another fond memory was our parents allowing my siblings and I to play in the rain. Being given permission to do so was already a big thing for us. To be able to enjoy such a simple act is something I hold unto. This house is the symbol of my childhood innocence and a life unmarred by worries. This is the place where I 've felt contentment in its most basic
grandparents’ house. They have cared for me like no one else could and I am very
The place where I feel the most comfortable, and show my personality, is my bedroom. This is the place where I can really be myself and do what I want; it’s the place I come home to, and wake up every day. My room makes me feel comfortable because it is my own space. My house is always crazy, with my dog barking, and my siblings running around making noise, my room is the only place in the house where I can come and relax without caring about everything else, the only place that I can go to clear my mind.
There's No Place Like Home- Personal Narrative. Other than the sweltering heat of the summer in Oklahoma City, the only dilemma is tornadoes. I grew up in the middle of this “tornado alley” and eventually developed a sixth sense for detecting tornadic activity. Even in the 1980’s, tornadoes were known for their violent crime wave, vandalizing neighborhoods and kidnapping children and adults.
It also provides the emotional link that I need to relax and a sense of comfort behind the closed doors of my home. I feel that these are the bricks that should be laid in every home and should be remembered in order to truly know what a home is or should be. I believe the feelings that are attached to me being at home do not come with a price tag, but it provides me with the different resources I need to help to shape my environment. Ultimately, things such as comfort, pleasure and a sanctuary are priceless within the walls of a
grandmother’s house because it made me feel safe and warm. There was a smell of