My home is a place where things can always change. Discarded beer cans evolve into ashtrays and large boxes mutate into trash cans. The furniture has a tendency to migrate from room to room as it feels necessary.
Trash, soiled laundry and miscellaneous items that serve no discernable purpose, flow like vibrant multicolored flora despite my sporadic efforts at cleaning. It is an ever moving organism; constantly trying to take a visible shape only to fall to pieces and return to an undecipherable blur.
My absolute favorite room to frequent would have to be the den. The constant hum of the computer tower is always present. Empty CD cases litter every possible surface along with a plethora of half consumed Food Lion brand soda cans (most of which have been colonized by a brood of cigarette butts). The smell of the den is ever changing and entirely dependent on whatever was last cooked in the adjacent kitchen. A four thousand dollar stereo stands sentry in the far corner next to a virgin fire place. The stereo tower looms like an intimidating fortress of buttons and knobs to a civilization of cd's without cases. Because this room has imprisoned every single one of my most prized appliances it has become my nest in the house.
At the far end of the den right before it shifts to kitchen lurks the downstairs bathroom. The carpet breeds a hybrid aroma of urine and mouthwash that assaults any intruder upon entry, in .
order to intimidate this room user further it is equipped with a massive mirror that stretches completely across the longest wall. Two bare one hundred watt light bulbs allow you to see every wrinkle or pustule you never knew you had. The toothbrush rack usually harbors at least two abandoned toothbrushes with unknown backgrounds and a small collection of whisker trimmings stuck down to the porcelain by toothpaste grime. .
Because I stay downstairs more often than I stay upstairs the second half of my hygienic rituals happen here.
My house should be located outside the city, uphill. ... In a nutshell, my house should be my own world, and represent my likes from inner and outer design. ... My house gate is made by wild flower. ... I want to make my house as an open environment house. ... My house is my own world. ...
The Farnsworth House is considered to be one of the most celebrated works of both modernist domestic and international style of architecture, which was designed by renowned German architect, Ludwig Mies van der Rohe. ... She asked if Mies would have been interested in doing so, to which Mies's reply was 'yes'. ... Mies described to Dr. ... (Vandenberg, 2005:18) Mies used a traditional method of fabrication with steel bolted connections in the less visible parts of the steel structured house. ... An example of Mies design flaws was inside the Farnsworth House concerning the the...
My Mother's House My Mother's House as an Object Located on a quiet, secluded, dead end road, a person will find a spacious comfortable home with numerous sights and activities to enjoy, relax, and find comfort. ... My Mother's House as an Action During the summer, while the heat is smoldering, swimming is a favorite pastime at my Mother's house. ... The holidays at my Mother's house are unforgettable. ... Time spent at my Mother's house will not be forgotten. ... My Mother's House Significance Any well build structure can have the same characteri...
I want my dream home to be in the country, away from the city. ... This is a two story house, where I can be able to have family members stay for a couple of days, and each person in my family can have their own room. My house will have a medium size front yard, so the maintenance is not that difficult. ... As you walk inside my house , you will see that my home has one medium size living room,a small kitchen, and one dining room. ... Before you leave my dream home, you will pass by the garage. ...
My grandfather's house in Grantsville, Utah. ... The vines that grow up the sides of these houses are clinging on for their survival. ... The house is covered with weathered, light brown bricks all the way around. ... Walking into the house, cold air hits like a ton of bricks. ... There is the medium, brown desk that my grandpa writes his amazing life story every night lighted by a small aluminum desk lamp. ...
After dinner, my brother, my dad, and I quickly race to see who can make it out of the house long enough to be excused from kitchen duties. ... It is a warm house. ... One day there is a chance that my family will no longer live in this house anymore. ... This is the house in which I spent all of my childhood days. ... I will often think about it in our new house when I sit in the delicate light of my own store-bought lamp. ...
On a daily basis, I would see soldiers scurrying around and setting hasty fighting positions throughout my neighborhood and in the cotton fields that were visible from my house. ... As we rushed into the house, the ground emanated a thunderous rumble that made my teeth rattle. ... My best friend's house was nearby, so I headed to check on him; I had high hopes that, he and his family, had survived the chaos. When I arrived, their house was a pile of dirt with clothes and pictures mixed in. My friend was no more, and with him, my childhood was gone. ...
The Wolcott House I am standing outside the Wolcott House and it is 30 degrees out. A cold breeze runs through my coat. ... The house was built for Mrs. ... As I walked through the house I wanted to keep looking over my shoulder, perhaps it is because I've read all these ghost stories and I've managed to spook myself. ... The haunted tales peaked my interest and perhaps if the historical society used that angle geared towards the younger crowd, kids would be more interested in the Wolcott House. ...
My little home is probably the oldest house on my street. ... Can you imagine thinking to yourself is there any way that I can take this old eyesore and raggedy house can be made a humble home again as was in the time of my grandfather. ... To the outsiders and onlookers it's just a house but to me this little home stands as a testament to the hard work and dedication of my grandpa and his rich and fulfilling legacy. So, I decided to move into this house and my first chore was to put up security floodlights all around the house, and afterwards I made arrangements to have the garbage and ...
