Descriptive Essay On My Grand House

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My Grandma is one of a kind but, grandma would not be grandma without her house. She is one of a kind and so is that house. Built in 1972 my grandparents were the first ones to live in the house. My Grandma, Grandpa, uncle Tony, uncle Steve, and my mom, Angela, moved in. At this time the neighborhood was booming, it was the new neighborhood everybody wanted to live in. The neighborhood was called Plaza Towers and had a nice new school place in the middle called Plaza Towers, as well. My uncle Phillip was born while my grandma and grandpa lived there. This house watched all my uncles grow up, it watched my mom grow up. It has seen divorce and marriage, it has felt my uncles hit the walls, it has smelt my grandmas cooking, and been through one of the worst …show more content…

This house has a unique brick color, a sort of pink and green. An uphill driveway leading to two small one car garages, one garage filled with years of a mixture of items and the other holds my grandma’s car and two of her fridges cram packed with stew of components. The side walk leads to a screen door, which is always locked, and a large think wood door which is cracked. When I walk in I smell flowers and sweets, then I feel the cold tile tough my feet only for a moment until the fluffy carpet is met with your feet. One of my favorite things is when I walk in I see my grandmas smiling face, she is always so happy and it just warms my heart to see her. Any time I see her house or think about it the warmth of her hugs and smiling face overwhelms me no matter how mad or sad I am I always smile. In the back corner of the house is the bed room converted to a game room, where all the kid’s toys are located. That’s where I would sleep when I stayed there. The kitchen is tiny but perfect for just one little perfect person. It has an electric stove top with four burners and a typical oven below. Next to that is her fridge stocked with her diet cokes with a freezer on top and a microwave

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