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Epistolary Description Essay
Epistolary Description Essay
Epistolary Description Essay
English 9
Ms. Flood
Descriptive Essay
Dear Nick,
I find that I'm already missing the raw, natural Swiss breeze. My
family and I concluded the ultimate stage of the moving
process earlier today, and I am writing from my new sanctuary-
the domain which shall "host" the rest of my adolescent years.
The room is quite spacious, but is currently cluttered with piles
of books and magazines alike- mainly sports editorials and
venerable copies of TIME & Economist issues, all of which are
yet to find their respective accommodation within my family's
third home. Opposite my bed, which seems to be shrinking
every day, is a wide, rectangular crystal-clear window which
overlooks the adjacent street, enabling myself to pointlessly
recline and count the number of buses that, despite their grand
size, don't cause too much of a noisy ruckus. Stacks of shoes,
all for different purposes, are neatly arranged-for now-
underneath the thin, snow-white bookshelf, which is packed to
the brim with a unruly combination of CDs, DVDs, and novels
that I've read, watched, and listened to at least thrice. Yet,
above the bookshelf, rests a signed Chelsea FC team ball from
our championship winning season, back in '05/06. You should
keep in mind that football (or "soccer"- don't fret, I'll have to
become familiar with that term too- is practically a religion
here. Seas of blue and red parade down streets on heated
derby day fixtures; the intensity is so great one can almost
smell it. Based on the die-hard fans' behaviour, however, it
usually reeks of sweat and alcohol. On that note, the world's
greatest team's merchandise is widespread within my domain.
Shirts from seasons past, match programmes and other
mementos of "Blue Days Out" are safe in a dusty, deteriorating
shoebox half my age. I know, not very creative. Or secure.
As one walks into my room they are seemingly nudged by
the oblong frame of my bathroom. Sure enough, having this
feature within the actual room may not be an essential, but I
decided that as a growing teenager, I wouldn't be able to cope
with the dramatic hairdryer mishaps and the torturous mirror-
hogging antics of my sister.