Descriptive Essay

OUTLINE

Introduction

•  Idea of college life

Paragraph I

• ·        Last day in my house/room

Paragraph II

• ·        Arrival al new house

Paragraph III

• ·        Saying goodbye

Conclusion

HOME SWEET HOME

            I had always thought about going to college since I was a child. The idea of moving out from my parents’ house and living in another state was very terrifying but appealing at the same time. Moving in with friends and starting a college life seemed very interesting to me. I never thought it would be a hard thing to do, but I was wrong.

            It was a Sunday afternoon before the first day of college and I was getting my suitcase ready with all the stuff I needed to take with me. It seemed that it was taking a lot longer than I thought it would, and the reason was because as I folded neatly every shirt, I would look around my room as if to memorize every detail in it. I stared at brick colored walls, the arched window, the cabinets which on its´ top contained many photo frames with pictures of me with my friends in my high school years and then I saw my bed. I couldn´t help to think of how much I was going to miss my bed once I was in my new home and I  stopped folding my shirt and jumped into my bed. I grabbed my pillow and set it under my head cradling my neck in a perfect way. It was soft and cozy and my bed shaped my body like knowing the exact spots that needed to be filled in. I laid there staring at the ceiling which contained glow in the dark stars that I had pasted in my early teens. I closed my eyes and started breathing evenly noticing the cinnamon apple smell my room had. I dozed of for a moment until I heard my mom calling me to bring my luggage downstairs, I quickly stood up and grabbed everything I needed and stuffed it into my suitcase. I grabbed it and before I stood out the door, I glanced back for a final look at my bedroom.

            We were now heading to Aguascalientes where the university that I was going to attend is located, and the whole way there I pretended to be asleep, I was not really in the mood to talk about anything. We finally arrived to the house where I was going to spend the next few years and as I stepped out of the car I realized the house was a dark green color. It was a two story house with a fence, the same color as the house, surrounding it, no plants or trees in the front, just the door. My dad took my luggage form the car and I reached into my pocket for the key with my mom by my side. I took the key out of my pocket and placed it in the key hole hoping it wouldn´t turn, but it did and I turned the knob to open the door. I was the first to step inside and as soon as I did that, my nose started sensing the smell. It was and old, rusty smell, like that one of antique, stored things. It was painted a strange, dark orange color. There were two bedrooms, one bathroom, a living room and a kitchen was very basic and there was not much furniture, just the dining table in the living room and my bed in one of the bedrooms. My mom followed me and looked around probably looking to see if it was a safe enough place for her first born to stay. My dad came in afterwards with my luggage and placed it down. There was not much left for them to do now, and that awkward, not knowing what to say silence began. It lasted just a few seconds before the hard part came.

            “Well, we have better get going, we do not want to drive at night,” I remember my dad saying. As soon as he said that, it seem that all my blood dropped to my legs and a depressing felling came to me. I had a knot in my throat, but I managed to stammer out an “ok.” I wanted to let my tears roll down my face, to hold them tight and tell them to take me with them. I wanted to scream,

            “Please, do not leave me here,” but I knew better than that and I held all that back and controlled myself. My dad was a very strong man that did not show his emotions at all, so he just hugged me and said goodbye. I hugged him back as his hug gave me comfort and helped me be a bit stronger, but I knew he would not be the problem. My mom and I have always been really close and when she hugged me, we both burst into tears. We shared that same horrible feeling of not knowing what was going to happen, a mixture of confusion and fear. We knew this was going to happen sooner or later and before she stopped hugging me I took a deep breath and smelled her sweet, homelike scent. I walked with them to the door and I waved goodbye. I saw them get into the car and in what seemed to me as a matter of seconds they drove away and were gone. I went back inside, locked the door and stared at the emptiness house that seemed to say,

            “Welcome, to the college life!”

            It has been more than a year now since that day and I am more used to living here. It has not been very easy but my roommates and I motivate each other. However, every time I go home and I come back, it is like I am living the same process over and over again. I now one day I will get used to it but it was nothing like I imagined it would be when I was younger. I could not wait to live by my own with no parents and now I can not wait to see them again every time I can. It has just taught me to enjoy my family’s company as much as I can!