Grandpa's House Essay
As I walk in through the door, I begin to sense the feeling of warmth come over me. This is the feeling I get every time I arrive at my Grandpa's house in Price, Utah. It's where I spent the first five years of my life. This is my second home.
My family and I live about four hours away from Price, but that still doesn't stop us from going to visit as often as possible. The drive there is rather boring, but it's worth being able to see the familiar landscape of my past. After driving through a small town known as Wellington, I know that I am within minutes of being able to glance at my second home. I wait with anxiety as the car makes its way ever closer to the bridge that crosses the river, which runs right by the …show more content…
My first stop is my old bedroom, which is located at the end of a hallway. Opposite of my bedroom is my Grandpa's room, but it's through the door of my room that I now enter. As I peak through the doorway, my first sight is the huge bed with its handmade frame. On one side of the bed is a closet with sliding doors. At the end, off to the side, is a desk, which is also used as a vanity. A round mirror rests upon the top along with pictures of my grandmother and mom. On the other side of the room stands a well-worn dresser. My grandpa who, as one can tell, loves to build things has delicately carved intricate designs into it.
After departing from this room and walking down the hallway, I turn left and enter the kitchen. It's a long, rectangular room with yellowish-green tile laid upon the floor. As I enter, the first item I see is the oblong, marble table with five handcrafted chairs surrounding it. When I was a child, I used to stand on these chairs and contentedly draw upon a piece of paper while my mom, Grandpa, and Grandma played cards. Opposite of this smoothly worn table, is a ten-to-fifteen-foot-long marble counter. It stands about four feet off the ground. Normally, marble has a