Essay 3- My living room

My living room

            It is unbelievable how we can spend a lot of time in a place everyday and yet we get so used to it that we do not pay attention to the details that make it unique and interesting anymore. That is the case of my living room. A little dark and gloomy, this room is very picturesque and one of a kind. Today I want to share some of the details that I happened to start noticing back and that, in a way, made me open my eyes and the rest of my senses to what surrounds me.

            As you enter the room, a suggestive poster of the always beautiful and missed Marilyn Monroe salutes you. Her gracious smile invites you to come in and feel welcome. A jubilant and glamorous Jorge Negrete is by her. His arms hold a colorful rooster that seems to be wisely posing for the photo. A sturdy brown case is hanging on the top rear end of the wall, the shinny guitar inside has been waiting to be played for a while already. By the guitar, a bulky “guitarron” seems to be hiding in its green fake leather cover trying to get away from the copious, never ending dust.

            As we move into the room, the wall on the right shows us a little bit of the history. Red, wooden frames are in charge of keeping the already yellowish photos, safe. The breaking plastic cover of my parents wedding is an indication of the effects of time and a cry for some cleaning. On the other hand, my older sister’s wedding photo stands there by theirs evoking a sense of calm and hope for the future. The pet of the house stands on a table always wearing its captain’s cap and its broken shades; this plaster dog has been on that spot for years and it still seems to have the charm of the time when my dad first bought it.

            The grey metal bench in a park was the perfect scenario for the photo on the left wall. My sisters and I took single pictures of us in the middle of the big charming park that day and now they are part of the history as well. The fresh air that winds its way through the cloth shield that protects us from the unpleasant mosquitoes, is always a bliss that comes in a breeze. At the end of the wall the smirk smile of a political candidate that belonged to a three-colored party has been sitting there for so long already that it has become part of the family portraits, to my despise.

            As you can see, my living room is a vivid combination of posters, photos and some pieces of worn out furniture. The gray pale walls seem to be longing for a much deserved layer of paint of any sort and the glistening light that gets its way through the roof skylight is barely enough to make it bright, but despite that, this is a little sanctuary for me because here is where I do my assignments everyday and I enjoy the view a lot. Anywhere I turn my head to get some relaxation I come across the face of a loved one, and that for sure enlightens the rest of my day and makes this place fascinating.