Private Lives: Personal essays on the news of the world and the news of our lives. Ten years later, I, the accidental sixth, was born. By the time I was 9, my brother and sisters had grown up and either temporarily or permanently moved out, leaving behind them a museum of abandoned items. Cluttering every shelf and corner were forgotten cardigans, orphaned dolls, discarded purses and grayscale strips of pouting photo-booth faces. My parents had their own sprawling archives, of their lives together and of the lives they had left behind in Ireland before their migration to England: photographs of fearsome-looking sweethearts, songbooks, dance invitations and Mass cards. So it was with both surprise and delight that I discovered, around that time, some virgin territory in the house: an uncolonized cupboard.
Describing My House
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A visit to a market Pleasant description: My visit to a market place is of great experience. Slight breeze is playing softly with the hair and cheeks of people. Lights illuminated the whole market as the room is prepared to welcome a new bride. Shops are made in an order showing the sense of discipline. Walls of shops are painted with vibrant and catching colors.
The Indian in the Cupboard
I am very excited to see my new home. As my body guard showed me around the house, I was amazed by the new furniture and decorations of the new home. My body guard escorted me down the hallway.
Josh's dorm room was huge. He shared with just one other person but they had a lot of space. When you walk in you saw a huge living room, to the left was the kitchen and one bedroom. To the right was another bedroom and across from that was the bathroom. You had all the basic dorm room furniture, kind of like being in a hotel room.