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What Home Means to Me This is what home means to me. Home feels like a warm blanket on a frosty winter night covered in warmth from the fireplace. If home had a smell, it would be. The smell of fresh banana bread out of the oven for me and my sister to eat. If home had a taste it would taste like. Fresh brownies that my stepsister made covered in butter and chocolate syrup. Home looks like a beautiful sunset at the beach with the aroma of colors.