<p>There are many different things that happens in our homes that make it unique. For example the spoons and forks from time to time all go missing for some reason and dinner is a luxury as from time to time they don’t like to make anything.
You know, little stuff like that.</p>
<p>Our entire backyard used to be complete forest when we moved here.</p>
<p>Now it sports beatiful green rolling hills, a tennis court, a double deck, and a children’s playground with nicely done mulch, planted trees, and flowers.</p>
<p>The thing is, I lived through it all, I saw the dump become something beautiful. If we ever sell the house, I’ll walk in that green meadow and remember all of the hammering away and the cement truck and the ugly days and the good days, and just really feel a part of it =)</p>
<p>Also, I know it’s home when I hear someone screaming, somewhere. And when my dad comes down at 5 pm and says “good morning”.</p>
<p>And when I see the usual fruit basket with the season’s most popular fruits . . . I remember coming home from a trip to sudan, and seeing those plump nectarines and plums and mangoes in the fruit basket we’ve had for years . . . and I got so excited. :)</p>
<p>there’s this rusty vault at the bottom of my bedroom closet…idk why no one’s ever bothered to open it…</p>
<p>Five years ago, the place where I live used to be completely rural. Just hills, hills, and hills. Now, they’ve constructed a community of new homes, a manmade lake of ducks, a park, and a new high school. Like, sarorah, I lived through it all, too. I got to see my house from the point when it had no supports (just concrete foundation), and walked up to the second floor when it was only made up of wood. Yeah, pretty dangerous. We designed the backyard and frontyard as well. We have a patio, an empty court, and a gazebo. I barely go out to enjoy it now (last time I went out to the yard was like last year, seriously), but when summer comes, I’ll have more free time to spend outdoors.</p>
<p>…open it, dusk!!</p>
<p>Yep kchen, i know exactly what you mean. You know what though . . . the other day . . I just stood up from my desk, and it was drizzling outside. . and I just closed the ap book and went outside and sat in the gazeebo and just, stared at life.
And then I went down to the court and just walked around and around . . . very peaceful. You should do that too, it just feels like all this stuff. . . . really isn’t worth stressing out as much as we think so.</p>
<p>Sometimes we need a moment to inhale a deep breath and just take it all in. :)</p>
<p>Man I really like this thread. I love small things like this that makes life grand.
It sounds corny, but just like coming home from a crappy day at school and having your little brother run up to you saying “gueff what sarah!! I lofft a toof!”</p>
<p>i still remember that, the way he was just SO excited. =)</p>
<p>I like the patio where I used to play growing up. I like looking through the back fence and seeing trees and brush. Too Bad they’re building. I always wanted to buy all the open land around my yard so no one could build there. My house may be nothing compared to where some of you guys live but its home and all I know</p>
<p>My house is the most ghetto ever:</p>
<ol>
<li>The last time the heater worked was last week. And living in NorCal where it’s 50 degrees all the time, we need the heater.</li>
<li>Yesterday, only the built-in lights in the older half of the house went dead for a few hours. The plugs, for some reason, still worked nonetheless.</li>
<li>The sliding door in the back of the house doesn’t work.</li>
<li>The house has no dishwasher.</li>
<li>The house also has no insulation, and the heater hasn’t worked in the past week.</li>
</ol>
<p>^:(</p>
<p>The whole point of the thread is to see the positives and appreciate it.
Even though Icer’s yard area is being changed, he still knows he has his home =)</p>
<p>“And living in NorCal where it’s 50 degrees all the time, we need the heater.”</p>
<p>Haha, typical californian, however I agree :-).</p>
<p>Player. I live in the ghetto. When’s the last time someone got shot within 100 yards of your house. I have no A/C and I live in the Bahamas. Its 80 degrees at 2:04. We have no dishwasher. No one has a dishwasher in my neighnorhood. The only cooling I get at is an open window and a fan. The crackhead next door steals from our yard. i caught him in the middle of the night stealing a box of empty beer bottles to recycle for cigarettes. If I wanted to I could go next door and get some drugs or whatever but I’m not that kind of a person. I know the ghetto. Its all I’ve ever known. But other than that its great</p>
<p>we have an owl in our backyard that has made the branch next to my window its favorite resting ite…</p>
<p>My house is beautiful. It has a picture of me in it. Now THAT is unique.</p>
<p>In the summer, when the squirrels are out, I throw them peanuts out on the deck. Then I run upstairs with a water gun, and open the screen. When the squirrels come to eat the peanuts I pick them off with the water gun. haha, actually its quite amusing. As you can tell theres not a lot to do in my neighborhood.</p>
<p>There’s a door in my dining room that leads to nowhere. Literally, to the studs of the house. It’s a beautiful old door, though-- one of the originals from the 1830s, with beveled glass and decorative woodwork and an old iron handle-- so we’ve put a curtain up behind the glass and regard it as fairly normal by now. It makes me smile-- a door to absolutely no where, you know? How odd.</p>
<p>Apparently, it was originally a side entrance into an office, but when the owners before us put vinyl siding up, they sided over the door, too, along with the rest of the house.</p>
<p>Nothing particularly special about the house besides the fact that it has pure wood floors and is made entirely out of brick. We are one of four houses on the block that has still maintained the original features of the building. It was hideous, however, as all the rooms were once painted cyan and magenta.
My father’s house had a terraced garden and a full carving workshop in the back equipped with all the tools.</p>
<p>My microwave turns on…at random times…for no reason</p>
<p>Our very large, walk-in vault…which could serve as a panic room, if need be :)</p>
<p>playground across the street!!! and an elementary school too</p>
<p>little kids everywhere ahhhh lol</p>