Hey! The place I will be representing is a part of my life. Along with that are the first things I have been taught and done have been at this house. I would like to share with you the experience, how I feel about the place, and what I have learned from this place. SO here it is and I hope you can relate and learn to not take advantage of the little things you have right now.

The place is my first home I ever lived in, my old house. The beige and dark brown brick house with two pink and red rose bushes under the living room windows, the white garage door, the black roof, and the tree branch that rests on top of the garage roof where I would climb out from my window to look at the birds making their nest out of wheat, string, and trash from the bin.

As you walk in, you feel the energy of happiness and joy. You see the brown couch with the same color arm chair and a flat screen that was probably playing ‘Blue’s Clues’ since I was obsessed with that show. You smell the scented candle of brown cinnamon and it reminds you for comfort. To the left you see the family photos along with the door to my room that I never slept in because I was basically attached to my mother. In that room was my blue steel bunk bed. I have no idea why I had a bunk bed because my sister didn’t have one and I was the only other child in the house. I can remember the touch of that cold railing, especially in the morning. It was always coldest in the morning. In there you hear the voice of Elmo speaking to random kids about being nice to others from a VHS tape (even though it was 2009 not 1932). I can remember the smell of food that was always there because my room had a door connected to the kitchen. I can still taste that foam mattress from ripping it with my growing teeth when I was bored. Before I was born, it was my grandmother’s room.

Then, you walk forward and you see the staircase with a white paint surrounding it and light brown carpeting. Then the kitchen to the far left with dark wood cabinets, white marble counter tops, and the radio playing some old 80’s songs. Then to the right was the dining room table and a treadmill. Behind the door was the back door and as you step out, you see to your left a garden full of mint, tomatoes, and strawberries. To the left is the grill and in front of you is a big green yard with weird stems of berries which i ate even though my mother told me not to because she didn’t even know what they were. Whatever they were, must have been the cure to Covid because I never got sick when I was little and they made me feel stronger.

There were apparently two bathrooms, but I only remember one of them very faintly. I can remember when I took my dog in the bathtub and I got in with him to give him a bath. The bathtub was brown and white tiled and a huge mirror. I think the toilet was separate from that room so that could hint at the two bathrooms. My mom’s room was the one I remember clearer because I slept there. The bed was in the middle and then the dresser with an old tv and VHS player on top of it. My foam bed was on the left under the window when I didn’t wanna sleep in my room. It had a green apple scent to it along with a beige colored wall. Then finally, My sister’s room had a small twin bed on the left in front of the door, Hannah Montana posters and Purple/Pink walls, and a pink Disney branded TV. Her room probably smelled like cheap perfume and dog pee. Anyways, I hope I gave you the image I remember.

This place means a lot to me right now because of my situation right now. I’ve had a downgrade in my living situation and my experience from going from best, medium, to worst has had an impact on my old closed mindset. My safe space slowly became just a space. I space with my family in it. My new safe place is always there when I need them and my safe place likes to lecture, treat, and love me. As well as, follow me wherever I go. This place has taught me to be grateful for the little things in my life right now, like having a roof over my head, loving parents and family that support me, the knowledge that I have been taught from school and others. In conclusion, be grateful and see things through as what you see them on the outside.