This is a descriptive essay about my house.

My House. Upon entering my house, you notice the mismatched brown and blue plaid couches under bare walls. A huge television blocks the only window in the room, with an old scratched coffee table groaning under a weeks worth of mail. Guacamole colored shag carpet over powers the cheap Asian rug trying to smother it. The blue and brown couches are as comfortable as reclining on bales of straw covered with course burlap. A pomegranate …

…speakers and washes over my ears that helps me keep the pace and work through long hours. Upon leaving my house you will notice that it is a typical newly married couple's house. But in many ways, my house has become an extension of my personality, interests and values. It is always filled with sounds of laughter, joyous times, and the sweet smells of last night's dinners and the pomegranate candle. Thank you for visiting!