My grandmothers house My favorite place has always been my grandmother? s house. This is the place I would have to go before and after school. I have always loved my grandma? s house because it made me feel safe and warm. There was a smell of coffee in the air all the times. It seemed to be like all my grandma did was make coffee. When I smell coffee, I instantly think of my grandma? s house. She lives on a street called Hillcrest. It is a beautiful street where each house seems to stand on its own little hill like royalty. There are trees literary everywhere.
Number 64 if her house, it looks is the king of Hillcrest, if you would know by just looking at it. The living room is the first room when entering the house. This room is filled with very lively furniture; comfortable, then leather couches, colorful rugs over the bare wood floor, and a large display case with pictures, book, and many memories of friends and family. She have an enormous window that, during the day, will let as much sunlight and energy in the room as possible. Every single person in my family has a room in my grandma? house because everyone likes to stay there. My sister? s room is decorated with strange little trinkets that look if they were little wooden boxes. My grandma? s house is always filled with people, I remember when I was little sitting in a chair seeing my grandma cook and tasting all the delicious things she made and enjoying the funny sounds that the food make. Every single Sunday I go there to see the bright sun taking me to the swimming pool, which is not much longer than river. I love my grandma? s house, is the best I ever seen.