My House on Mill Street Extension
My house is painted yellow as a primary color and contains some secondary aspects that are red. The window shutters are black, the doors are red, and the roof is gray. The large front lawn is usually green and freshly mowed. The driveway is also large, as a result of being extended years ago. The house may appear a classic and typical design for Mill Street Extension, and may not seem as if it has any significance to it. After all, it is the visible aspects that a decent amount of people take into consideration. To me, this house carries several meanings and important values.
In terms of the interior, there are three floors. One half of the basement serves as a workshop for my father. The other half serves as a recreational area, which is partially finished. Every time I walk downstairs to the basement, it reminds me how much family work was put into it. My Dad having carried out several projects and the family working strenuously to transform a storage area into a recreational one.
Next is the middle floor. This floor contains the kitchen, dining room, living room, guest room, and the bathroom. The kitchen represents the area where my family and I unite for a good amount of time. This is with the exception of my brother Matt, who is in college. Our house, more specifically our kitchen, is where we can all be together while eating dinner. The living room represents our memories of watching the Patriots on Sundays, a tradition I never want to end. The guest room represents the wonderful memories of distant family members from New York staying with us for the holidays.
Finally, there’s the top floor. On this floor there is my parents’ bedroom and the bedroom of my brother and I. My bedroom represents where I spend hours vigorously working hard on schoolwork, a concept that I had witnessed my brother carry out in the same room, at the same desk, throughout high school. After a long day of work, my bed is to my left, a place to rest. Although not commonly noted, people spend almost a third of their life in their bedroom. It is significant to me due to the fact that I spend the majority of my life in it, a concept that isn’t credited enough.
Why praise my own house? Everyone is always saying to “get out of the house” and to do something. For me, regardless of what’s going on in my life, positive or negative, I always come home to the same house. A house with a made bed on days full of stress. A family to spend time and continue the wonderful days with. A constant environment that will sentimentally remain the same, regardless of what goes on outside of it in life. A place full of meaning.