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Home Descriptive Essay

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My definition for home indescribable by words or by a simple thought, but home is rather of a feeling. Home is the calmness and serenity that settles over me like a blanket on a cold snowy night, just a silent assurance telling me I belong there. It took me quite a bit of time to understand where exactly that place is, and I didn’t know that the answer was always right in front of me. This feeling would come and go, and I would never recognize it because I knew that only the house I lived in was my home. Home is in fact more than what the words in the dictionary say.

When I was younger, I lived in the Philippines, my backyard were the rice fields and I would always play hide and seek with all my friends behind the trees. But there was one tree I can never forget--- it was a big guayacan tree that grew on a little hill. It was a very old tree and I loved how it blossomed yellow flowers. Whenever the wind blew, its beautiful golden petals fell as if they were snow. I would always run as fast as I could before the last petal falls, I loved being covered with them. I loved it so much that I would sometimes even fall asleep feeling the yellow blanket under the warmth of sunshine beneath the peaceful skies. I dreamt of climbing the tree all the way up the skies, reaching for the clouds. Naive and carefree; my childhood---this was my home.

When it was time for harvest, I would always run around the rice fields watching all the farmers cut rice plants. I can depict

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