Home Comparison

My home is vastly different than the community described in this story. The author talks about a thriving community with homes constantly being built in an upper middle class to rich society. My town is a small quiet community that is growing a lot, but it has a long way to go to catch up with this town. The phrase that caught my eye is that of people enjuying their 3 cheese omelets and strawberry waffles overlooking the fairway. In my hometown the nicest you get is Waffle House or IHOP, which is nowhere near a golf course. This suburbia is a very corporate driven community with homes and buildings aceraging in the 200,000 thousand dollar range. My home has its share of wealthy folks, but the majority is a much more middle class average town. We don't have any lavish buildings unless you count the mall. We have a YMCA, but it is nothing in comparison to the state of the art work out center the author describes from his home town. Hardly anyone is seen with a Porsche or BMW, and as the author states, "walls are everywhere". There is virtually no place that is off limits in my home town, except for the occasional small neighborhood of wealthy people. My home town has much more in common with the neighboring town Henderson that is described in the story. It is a blue collar community where everyone is involved with one another.

Feelings About Home

memories/feelings
playing guitar or video games
lounging and watching tv
looking out the window at the birds a lot
overall feeling of relaxation and comfort in that room
particular memory of getting friends over for poker and taking their money

I chose to draw a sketch of the bonus room in my house. I spend 90% of my free time at home there. It is always a place of familiarity, relaxation, and comfort. Most of my memories are just laying around on the couch watching tv or playing games, but there were also a few exciting times.
One of my fondest memories comes from that room. I invited several friends over after soccer practice on Friday because we were to broke to go do anything else. We played some games and a few other things til my friend Griffin saw my poker set. We set it up because we all thought we could take each others money and make a few quick bucks. I won all 3 games, and I remember the look on my friends faces and their pleading for money back more than anything else about that game. It makes me smile to this day, and that's why that room is home to me. It is where some of the most fun events happened with my friends, and it is where I always go to just relax. When I went home for fall break, it was the first room I went to.