Personal Narrative: El Salvador

The hazy feeling of staying awake for an entire day settled in my body. As the early flickers of sunlight shone through the grand windows of the studio, I was able to look down at my work and appreciate the beauty of it. Perhaps it was the several shots of espresso, or the feeling of adrenaline but I was able to complete my first Architectural project. Just like most of my summer, I spent hours using my lead holder to perfect each line in my plans and sections and I sharpening my pencil much too often to make sure that each line was crisp and that my line weight was exceptional. In my own world it felt as if I had been working for a small amount of time, but in reality my work had taken all evening until dusk. The hours seemed almost extraneous, but I suppose that …show more content…
Surprisingly, I can specifically recollect arriving and taking a long trip to my grandmother’s house. Immediately, I noticed how simple yet how humble my grandmother’s house was. The exterior was made of concrete and the roof was made out of tin, which I later learned was to protect from the excessive amount of rainfall. As I walked in I remember seeing a large opening right at the center of the house that connected the interior from the exterior. At first I found it quite abnormal, but I grew to love that one detail of the house. Every night from my bedroom, I could hear the rain drizzle down the tin roof and go trough the small atrium, and every morning I would have breakfast right next to the plants that had gathered near the opening. A decade has passed since that trip, and I still to this day remember my grandmother’s house and the feeling I felt when I was in it. I believe that’s the power of creating a space, being able to use its full potential and evoke emotion to the person that is in it. In the future, and as simple as is might be, I aspire to one day create and design spaces that allow people to feel