I am from somewhere that only I can claim as home. This is a place that I have spent nineteen years of my life returning to. It is masked by the colors gray and dark blue. There are windows to allow glimpses of the outside world in. My place sits in a rectangular frame on top of a hill. I have spent the good times and the bad times of my life at this place. This is my home. It may look average, or normal on the outside, but on the inside everything is unique. Every room in my home tells a different story of my life.
This place played a unique role in the different stages of my life. During my younger years I spent much time out in my nice, open, green yard. My musical career started at my grand piano at the age of four. I watched a lot of Arthur at the old television in my family room. I grew up, and the role of my home changed. It was no longer my playground. My personality began to show as I redecorated my room with bright colors, and in a weird pattern. I stopped spending as much time outside, and more time inside. I spent time in our furnished basement which included a school room for studying and playing.
I continued to grow, which has led me to today. I redecorated my room once again, complete with everything music. I spend a lot of time in the kitchen preparing food, and enjoying meals with the family. The television room in my basement is a place where I relax, or my escape for when I am sick. My yard is now my puppy’s playground. The piano room is where I continue to develop as a musician. My house is somewhere only I can claim as home. Each room holds its own memories over the past nineteen years that only I have. These rooms are my place, and where I am from.
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