Every person has a place where he feels safe. For me, such a place is my home, warm and cozy, protecting my peace from childhood. When I feel sad, I come here and watch my favorite films, when I have fun, I invite friends. Relatives gather in the walls of the house on holidays, and in the summer my beloved grandmother comes to visit. She makes pancakes with jam for me, and the house is filled with a delicious smell that I remember and love since I turned five.
My house is very beautiful and has a special, emotional atmosphere. The walls are decorated with my children's photographs and photographs of my parents, there are flowers on the windowsills that I water, putting my little warmth in the overall comfort. This is probably why my house is so dear to me, which I really love with all my heart. This is my own little corner where you can hide from the whole world. My tiny planet, where I rejoice at the world, spying on him through a book. Sometimes I imagine how book characters come to life and talk with me, sometimes I fall asleep over my favorite adventure novel, or thoughtfully leafing through pages, thinking about my future and about school friends.
I always want to return home: in the afternoon after school or in the evening after a walk. If it’s cold outside, the house warms me with its walls, and when it’s hot, I find in it the long-awaited coolness. My house affectionately shakes me before going to bed. I close my eyes and imagine myself the captain of a large ship, which carries me along the waves towards adventure. It has always been so, and even now, when I begin to grow up, I still feel the wind of wanderings and the whisper of the ocean breeze. Therefore, I always want to return under a warm shelter, where you can hide from the rain and snow, watch how the snowflakes slowly melt on the window pane and drink hot tea.
It seems to me that every person who has a beloved home is as happy as I am. Hiding in his little world, he can dream of traveling, doing what he loves and making plans for the future. In many ways, our character is formed depending on the place where we live. If at home everything is fine, then you will certainly feel confidence in your abilities and support. In difficult moments of life, the calm aura of the home will help you find the right solution and not make a mistake. And if it becomes very difficult, then you can forget about all the troubles, as in childhood, having climbed up in the old grandfather’s chair and hid under a fluffy rug
Every person has a place where he feels safe. For me, such a place is my home, warm and cozy, protecting my peace from childhood. When I feel sad, I come here and watch my favorite films, when I have fun, I invite friends. Relatives gather in the walls of the house on holidays, and in the summer my beloved grandmother comes to visit. She makes pancakes with jam for me, and the house is filled with a delicious smell that I remember and love since I turned five.
My house is very beautiful and has a special, emotional atmosphere. The walls are decorated with my children's photographs and photographs of my parents, there are flowers on the windowsills that I water, putting my little warmth in the overall comfort. This is probably why my house is so dear to me, which I really love with all my heart. This is my own little corner where you can hide from the whole world. My tiny planet, where I rejoice at the world, spying on him through a book. Sometimes I imagine how book characters come to life and talk with me, sometimes I fall asleep over my favorite adventure novel, or thoughtfully leafing through pages, thinking about my future and about school friends.
I always want to return home: in the afternoon after school or in the evening after a walk. If it’s cold outside, the house warms me with its walls, and when it’s hot, I find in it the long-awaited coolness. My house affectionately shakes me before going to bed. I close my eyes and imagine myself the captain of a large ship, which carries me along the waves towards adventure. It has always been so, and even now, when I begin to grow up, I still feel the wind of wanderings and the whisper of the ocean breeze. Therefore, I always want to return under a warm shelter, where you can hide from the rain and snow, watch how the snowflakes slowly melt on the window pane and drink hot tea.
It seems to me that every person who has a beloved home is as happy as I am. Hiding in his little world, he can dream of traveling, doing what he loves and making plans for the future. In many ways, our character is formed depending on the place where we live. If at home everything is fine, then you will certainly feel confidence in your abilities and support. In difficult moments of life, the calm aura of the home will help you find the right solution and not make a mistake. And if it becomes very difficult, then you can forget about all the troubles, as in childhood, having climbed up in the old grandfather’s chair and hid under a fluffy rug