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My grandmothers house has always been a safe haven for me. When I’m here I feel safe , I feel like nothing can get to me , nothing can interrupt the comfort and ease I feel when I’m here. There have been multiple times when I’m going through something at home or personal and this is the place I come to escape and gain some perspective and clarity.
My grandmother's house is so comforting because she makes everyone feel at home and welcomed in her house. My grandmother is one who can instantly tell when something is wrong but won’t say anything until you bring it up yourself. Of course waiting on me to let out my feelings is like waiting on racism to be instinct. My Grandmother, Inez , she just has a way “a grandmothers touch” that gives you the guidance and peacefulness you need whether to help you make a decision or just to lift your spirits. Her house is exactly who she is , its quiet and peaceful, clean, cozy and welcoming. She doesn't judge just helps to steer you the right way, so her house is like a place where you can be yourself with no limitations and just be at ease and clarity.
Growing up i had an older brother that was always constantly in and out of jail. I looked up to my big brother but i knew i had to be better than him and set an example for my little sister. I was doing a good job so far until i decided to start cutting school and hanging with my friends, doing things we weren’t suppose to be doing. I would tell myself i’m not going to leave again , i’m going to stay in class but i didn’t. A whole month went by and i got my progress report to take home to my mother. My progress report wasnt anything you want to bring home at all, but i knew it would come in the mail either way. My mother wasn’t happ...
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...fect ,and I think that is why i’m so comfortable with her and in her home. She doesn't expect me to be perfect or be anything other than myself and when i’m in her house I feel complete and at ease from everything around me. I can be myself without judgement and expectations. I was able to make my choice in the next steps toward my future here without anyone interrupting or giving their unwanted opinion.
I finally understand what it means to be a better version of yourself, no one is perfect and no one person knows everything as much as they might think they do. To be a better version of who you are is accepting who you are, being able to admit when you’re in the wrong and getting back up when you fall. You have to be able to accept judgment and accept advice without feeling criticized. You have to grow as a person and learn from anything that is put in your way.
When you think of home, most of the time thoughts of love, warmth and family come to mind. Although a drab exterior , it is no difference for the thousands of people who reside in the Robert Taylor Homes on the Southside
For many years I would pass by the house and long to stop and look at it. One day I realized that the house was just that, a house. While it served as a physical reminder of my childhood, the actual memories and experiences I had growing up there were what mattered, and they would stay with me forever.
My dwelling is not much, but it suits my needs, and out there I don’t need much. All I have is a chair to read in, a toilet under the tree outside, and a bed. I only have the necessities that I need to live. I build a fire every night for warmth and to cook my food. My house is just a cabin that can only fit me and my dog skip just the way that I want it. Flowers that make it look pretty and interesting surround my cabin. It’s something that’s cozy and something that I can just go to and think and be by myself and never have to worry about anybody or anything but my pets and myself.
A house is simply a structure where one lives, sleeps and eats. A home is a structure accumulated with love, memories, and lessons learned. “Homes have stopped being homes. Now they are real estate.” (Quindlen) These structures are no longer viewed as places of experience and reminiscence, they are given a literal and unemotional purpose. Perhaps the reason as to why nearly one million people are homeless is because they are no longer provided with the pure substance of what a home represents. A home is “everything” , one cannot be a fulfilled individual without one for it offers a sense of self, demonstrates a loving relationship and provides an unfailing feeling of entitlement.
It had come to the attention of my family that I had some sort of psychological problem and something had to be done. I was always labeled as a shy and quiet kid, and like my family I had thought nothing more of my behavior. However, now it had become something more obvious. I had told my parents the kinds of problems I was having. Basically I didn't want to talk to anyone or to be anywhere near anyone I didn't know. I didn't really want to leave my house for any reason for fear that I might have to talk to someone. I was so critical and scrutinizing in relation to myself that I couldn't even enter into a conversation. Everyone seems to have a part of themselves that lends itself to thoughts of pessimism and failure, but mine was something that was in the forefront of my mind at all times. Something telling me that everything I did was a failure, and that anything I ever did would not succeed. Through discussion with my family it was decided that I should move out of my parents house to a place where I could find treatment and get a job. I was to reside with my sister Lisa, her partner Brynn, and their Saint Bernard in Greensboro.
...ir biological family. On the contrary, one might be lucky enough to have a home, and then feel ‘at home’ with a group of people or at a place. However, one home is sentimentally above the rest. For the most blessed people, it is the place where they live, with their loved ones.
My mother was more of a camera that would watch my every move and report it to my father if there was ever a problem. They had set rules which required me to act mature, but I was not fully aware of many rules they required me to follow. Although, whenever I would be punished for breaking a rule, either my father of mother would come in to comfort me and explain why I was being punished. This allowed me to continue to love my parents through the countless punishments I would receive. Until slowly they had no longer come in to comfort me after being punished. Because of this I had started to build a resentment towards life, and was an angry child. I felt as if the world was my problem because nobody understood my feelings. Being punished and not understanding why caused me to fall behind not only in grades but in my social skills as well. It seemed as if every other day my parents were receiving calls from the school about my bad behavior, which didn’t help since I would be punished once more while not aware of the phone calls they received. I felt as if no one had understood me within school as well as at home. I had an unhealthy amount of anger that lingered with me wherever I went. The parenting style they used was an authoritarian and authoritative parenting style. Both of my parents would waver between strict rules that
grandmother’s house because it made me feel safe and warm. There was a smell of
They say grandparents, are the two most favorite people in the world to children. Grandparents are the main characters of your childhood, they are the ones that leave you with the most beautiful memories of your life. Some grandparent’s teach you a very valuable lesson of life, they teach you respect, hard work, family values, and unlimited love. They show you their love in many ways, they say I love you in words as well as actions. Grandparents are the ones that sometimes get you out of trouble and guide you to the correct path. They show you trust, a trust that cannot never be broken.
The familiar smell of soft cookies and homemade cooking are common thoughts when people think about their grandma's house. Great feasts and family gatherings play a part in everyone's grandmother's home. But when I really think about my grandma's house only one word comes to my mind: fun.
Have you ever been influenced by some important person that helped you be the person that you are today? I have been. The people that have had influence on me are the most important humans beings, my family. But before I begin talking about my family, I want to describe to you the place that we spend most of the time together which also means something important to me and my family. This place is called the family room. This room is small but cozy. It is painted in white and has three windows decorated with beautiful curtains. By the windows you can appreciate a nice view of some beautiful trees and a nice pool. On the walls there are some family photos like the ones that show where my brothers and I were born, my graduation photo, some family members photos like my grandparents, and some paintings made by one of my brothers. Also inside this room there is a nice home theater that includes a nice stereo and TV, and a new compact computer. But this is not all, this room has some very comfortable furniture and I can say that they are comfortable because I use them to watch TV, a movie, or just sit and rest. Also the furniture is used by my brothers to sit and play nitendo, to study, or play with the computer. But from all this furniture there is one chair that is the most cozy chair that I have ever sat upon and that is my father's chair. So this is our room, which is very important to us and has a lot of special things, but the most special part of this room is when it brings my family together.
grandparents’ house. They have cared for me like no one else could and I am very
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
Ever since I could remember, I have spent Christmas at my grandmother’s house, a house which is full of comfort, warmth, and happiness. At Christmas, I have always been able to escape the cold and dark real world allowing myself to truly enjoy just several moments in time. These moments have left impressionable memories from my childhood making Christmas a holiday that is special to me and my family. It is a time for my family to get together, share stories, laugh, and even cry.
My grandmother has always been my biggest supporter throughout my life. My Grandmother is my back bone; she is the reason why I am the person that I am today. Most people hear the word grandmother and expect to see older lady with possible white hair, standing in the kitchen cooking and baking, evening sewing. My grandmother is the exact opposite of those things, she is still employed full time, enjoys making jewelry and furniture. Although she is only five two she is very witted and outspoken she never bites her tongue and will always give her opinion even if you don’t ask for it. There is a softer side to her, she will give you her last and be a listening ear day or night. Like the saying goes “to know me is to love me” and believe me