December at My Grandparents' House

In a quiet neighborhood with my grandparents' house, it stands out from all the other places. The brilliant white paint never seems to disappear, the rose bushes, the lily, the elephant's ear, the trumpet plant, and the hibiscus garden are full of cheerful colors, warmth and love. All the awakening moments of my childhood were spent there. My grandparents' house is a place of peace and security, but it is also a sad place. It will not fail in December. This is the coldest year of the year every year, but I have never stopped someone gathering at my grandparents' house at my birthday or Christmas.

After borrowing a house from my parents for 16 years, I jumped in December 2007 and bought my first house. This is a three-story apartment in downtown Claremont, California, in a relatively safe city not far from grandparents. I found a public relations company in a corner of my new apartment. We moved and started a new trip. My son's school is across from our house. I like to be able to walk to work comfortably in less than 5 minutes. This is far from painful commuting in the past 2 years I spent in Los Angeles during the past five years. It is very important to understand the irony of this fact.

I remember my favorite place when I was young was my grandparents' house. My grandparents' house is also a perfect vacation destination. I have a lot of wonderful childhood memories of all the fun activities that I and my family have done there. First of all, it is in a wonderful place. My grandparents' house is on the beach of St. Petersburg, Florida. The house is very close to the beach. Therefore, you may smell the ocean while you are out. Surrounded by beautiful palm trees and a huge backyard, behind it is a pool overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. You can see flamingos sometimes in the distance. Browse them from all windows, you can see the eyes as you can see

I grew up with my grandparents in a house of Puri's ancestors. The house overlooking the vast gardens, mainly coconut and jack fruit trees extends from the end of the street. There are five rooms in the two stores, a kitchen and two bathrooms. Me and my grandparents - only three people live in that big house. I am left behind in the furthest room of my house and my grandparents are on the other side. Sometimes the house feels empty, I think I would like to be with someone like me at least.

My best memories are in my grandparent's house in the summer. As a military child, it is not easy to formulate the concept of "roots" in cities, houses, and rooms, not in my grandparents' houses. There is no change, the smell of vanilla, the grand piano has all the black excellence that my grandparents have contacted. This is the only constant in my life. It is also my favorite place on Earth as it is the only place I feel to be completely safe. Not because I am "perfect" but because my grandparents are safe.