As one approaches a blue-grey building that only a select few are lucky enough to call home, they would probably notice grass that needs to be trimmed a little bit. After maneuvering your way through the maze of cars that sit in the driveway, you’ll encounter a massive oak door trimmed with metal swirls that resemble the hill from the movie Nightmare before Christmas. Upon entering the house there will be a never ending ocean of shoes. If one is observant enough they might notice two sets of stairs, one leading down to the depths of my basement and one leading upstairs to the family area. Alongside the stairs there is a white spiral railing. One can tell the railing was white at one point in time, but the paint has been chipped away by hands grabbing onto it as they go down the stairs, leaving behind the black underwire. If one manages to get up the steep wood stairs then one will have the privilege to lay their eyes upon the Hamlett’s residence.
After managing to get past the first layer of the house, there will be an array of different stages of euphoria that one’s senses will go through. At first the sense of smell will go crazy; it will get bombarded with so many scents that are almost impossible to differentiate between musty stench of the two youngest boy’s room and the aroma of Pinesol from recently mopped floors. Followed by your nose’s senses overload, your eyes will not be able to stop having a seizure trying to soak in all there is to see. There are very plain white walls, but to see the white\ walls you have to move a wall of photos. There is a vast array of colors; it all seems to blend together, like a soldier’s camouflage blends in with their surroundings.  To the immediate right of the top of the stairs is a stained oak oval table. Surrounding the table is eight to twelve chairs, just waiting for someone to sit on the soft padded seat. Sitting on top of the table is a cherry red table cloth; it is a fairly long table cloth the ends seem to fall off the edge of the table like waterfalls.
If one follows the sound of kids fighting and a television set on, they would find my living room. At any given time of the day there are two to three kids in the living room; they all think they know the best show to watch. They screech about how their show is better than another kid’s shows and they are all fighting over the remote. If you can draw your attention away for the constant commotion of kids, you will notice a 54 inch flat screen TV, mounted on a black metal stand with three glass shelves covered in Xbox games, and movies.
As one leaves my house they will have to make their way back through the mass collection of shoes, and will have to solve the labyrinth of cars in the driveway. One may say that my house is chaotic, but through all the chaos is a warm inviting home. People give the impression that they get that feeling to, as they often return multiple times.