I would talk about my first house.
It is a little, charming apartment in the centre of Corato (nearly from Bari), a little town in the north of Puglia.
But, thinking of the size of my native town, everything is the centre.
My family still live here.
My flat has one floor, no basement, but five rooms.
My favourite is the bedroom, which I used to share with my younger sister before my transfer.
Both love music and we have a vinyl collection displayed on a shelf next to a record player.
Among them, I framed the most important.
For the rest it seems a normal chamber, with warm colour, several poster and paintings, a filled bookcase, some Ikea furniture and two guitars.
The living room is the biggest part of the house, full of paintings, four of them of my uncle: he has painted since he was fourteen, and according to me his art is interesting.
A particularity of this room is a flexuous wooden bookcase that surrounds the walls.
The kitchen, filled with photos and memories, is the place where my mother used to spend half of her time, before enrol herself in a Pilates course.
Oh, I'm kidding, she's great.
On the other hand, my father plays classic guitar in his bedroom when he's not busy with work.
Music is his first hobby.