My meaning of home (contest)

There’s a bunch of meanings of home. Some good, some not great, not necessarily bad though. Home sounds like the cool fresh air hit my face while the sounds of slurping on some of my favourite orange juice. And at the same time it can sound like fire in the woods burning down all the trees sometimes. Home can smell like blossom incense burning while smelling fresh fruit that I'm about to eat. And yet at the same time it can smell like my world is burning down around me like smelling unhealthy air rush into my lungs making them pitch black. Home can feel like going outside on a warm day during the summer at night and going by the beach to swim or look at the ocean wush around with the sunset shining in your face. And yet it can also feel like getting sung by a wasp and tripping on a branch that gives you a cut then slamming face first into mud. If home was a vision, it could be seen as a big sunshine in the sky with a bunch of friends who like and support you. Laughing, smiling, joy, and knowing you have awesome family and friends who adore you. And also feeling good about yourself and being proud of your Nationality, Religion, Personality, Home, Life, Friends, Family, and Style. Home can mean something wonderful. But not all the time Home for me doesn’t have a meaning. Home can have some bad and good, meanings are not always good neither are they bad. So for the record, home can mean both wonderful and stressful. Cause that's just life.