Whenever I think about home..

Whenever I think about home.. I see.. Such different, yet unique environments followed along with combinations of vibrant and dull colours staying together, it’s almost like that they were meant to be together. I feel.. At peace and contentment, at places I love and adore. I’m always encouraged to be myself at home. I always liked how I felt there. I smell.. The scent of a recently lit up candle that carried a relaxing scent around, like it's trying to replicate a nostalgic feeling from years ago. I taste.. A fresh recipe from a loving mother, or a protective father that was straight out of the stove, being sweet and savory. I hear.. The many different species of birds chirping out the windows, and an occasional gust of wind passing by the neighborhood, as a feeling of quiet silence that lets you relax completely. Home wasn't just a house in my point of view, it’s a safe space that I’d cherish because of many people that I support or respect, alongside with the secure and protected abode that I trust. There are many things I'd never learn without the help and the guidance of my home and its people that were also with it. I wouldn't feel passion and joy at my home if it ever had a sense of negligence, abuse, and sadness that we wouldn’t want within our families at all. Homes try their best to always be a place where you can truly express yourself whether it’s delight, anger, or another completely different emotion. Regardless of whatever happens in my household, I'll always try to cherish my home.