Part I: My Home

My House

Just like there are very many unique people out there, there are many unique houses out there, too. But this first part is not about a random house, but my own home. I've lived in it everyday in my life, but it's not until now do I really examine it and think about what is special about mine compared to the guy's house in the other neighborhood. 

I would describe the interior of house a bit cluttered in some areas. The floors are clear; however, the tables have piles of stuff that is screaming for organization. There's not really one main theme to my house, so there isn't really anything too unique compared to other houses. However, there is a couple of Korean works and a few family pictures on the walls.

For the "technical" aspects, it's a two-story house (upstairs is the "main" area) with four bedrooms (the fourth is used as a guestroom), three bathrooms, a kitchen w/ dining area, and (sort of) two living rooms. There is a kind of lounging space on both floors. Also, there's a lanai (balcony), pool & backyard, a structure similar to a garage, small driveways with plants and trees on the side. (Another thing is that we have solar panels to heat up our water.)

This house had been here for __ years, which I consider to be a tad old. My parents moved in just before they had my second oldest sister and me, so it hasn't been with us too long. The exterior of the house is just plain white (I think it used to be pink, but I'm not 100% sure), and that is the same as the interior except for my sister's room, which has a green wall. My community has many dogs, so you would occasionally hear a dark barking—however, it is very common to hear birds calling out to each other. I don't notice any distinctive smells—we don't use candles (unless there's a power outage) or use any air fresheners, so it smells the same as it would outside.

I used to spend loads of time downstairs because it is the secluded part of my house (except for at night, when my dad works/plays computer games there), but now, I am usually in the living room area—in fact, I'm here now. I moved from being downstairs to upstairs because my family had was visiting and had to use the guest bedroom downstairs (and I didn't want to bother them by being there), and I kind of stuck to this new place.

The only people who live here are my parents, my second oldest sister (my oldest lives in California now), my dog & fish, and myself. My family is very busy, so it's usually quiet with everyone doing their own thing, but at dinnertime, it can get kind of noisy.

My house is special because it is the place where I grew up with countless, priceless memories—like the time I first learned how to ride a bike or spilt my lip open. I feel like my house and school lives are two different things, and the reason is because at home, I don't really have to live up to a whole bunch of people's expectations.  

Thanks, 

Karen :D