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 * A HOUSE I PREVIOUSLY LIVED IN [[image:http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/dianosawr/ENGLISHSHHS.jpg width="202" height="51" align="right"]] **

The house I onced lived in a couple of years ago was in a fun and lively neighbourhood. My house was not a gigantic mansion nor was it a little shack. It was a medium sized house. The front of the house was full of colour from the different type of plants that was seen in every place. My house had many shades of crimson bricks supporting the house, making it look like an 'average' house. But inside, each room was different from the others.

Some rooms had a vintage feel to them because of the wallpaper that displayed patterns with a lot of detail. There was a wall that was vintage-like. It was full of 'curvy florals' that showed very fine detail and had a bumpy feel. The patterns were a browny red colour while the background was a shade of light pink. Making the room look more elegant and peaceful. Others were more extravagant having chandeliers dangling from the ceiling. Nothing would look more elegant or glamorous than chandeliers sparkling as if it was the sun reflecting through a gem. The light would be very bold towards the top but near the end the hangings looked glossy and glistened. The complex arrays of glass prisms that hang from a delicate string of beads, illuminated a room with refracted light which always made the room feel more light, airy and elegant. Each room was very different to another, there were flowers and the same soft velvet cotton fleece curtains in all of the rooms. The flowers never looked small or dull; instead thet were always tall, strange and fascinating. Some of them even looked like lions! The curtains were a transparent white colour that would glisten in the sunlight everyday.

There was a hallway in my house that when you waled in, you would sense a dark and gloomy ambience. There were family potraits that added a tad of colour to the dull hallway. Every room was somewhat connected to the hallway, making it impossible to avoid the eerie presence of the hallway.

The floors in my house were a dark auburn colour and every step felt like a naked foot on ice. The aroma of my house consistenly smelt like food becayse my mum loved cooking. The house was never quiet, you would constantly hear laughing, talking and yelling by my family or friends that always came over when they felt lonely.

My previous house was a place where I could do whatever I like. A place where I've grown accustomed to. My house is a place that filled my mind with childhood memories. My house is a place that describes my ideal home.

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