Of the many interesting and creative sketches, 15 were selected, and the authors have already received a new task to be submitted before March 25.

3 of them will be selected and will receive a cash reward, a Gudauri Lodge voucher and an invitation to work as a content manager at m²!

If you'd like to read the authors' works, you can find them right here.

We thank each participant for their participation and congratulate the winners on moving to the next round.

Good luck!

A home is the light and coziness in your life. A home is a collective name for people who love you unconditionally.

A home is a space of warmth and safety, build with a few bricks. A place where you are who you are. A place where you can be without camouflage. A place where only those you love are allowed to enter. A place where love conquers all else.

A home is a place where a melody sounds that pleases the heart. A place where only the scent of a dish prepared with love hovers. A home is a space made up of walls and a ceiling where you, crushed and lost in the daily routine, find yourself anew and scrape yourself together for a new day, new battles, new heights to conquer.

A home is your inner world, which you can arrange the way you are or want to be.

A home is a comfort zone where you have the right to forget about everything and think only about what your heart wishes for.

A home is Eden where an apple tree and a snake can appear only if you wish so. A home is your (M) square where you move at the speed and trajectory you want or need.

A home is a dream come true.

Participant: Irma Papunidze

"What is a home ? A home usually is a space with walls, floors, and a ceiling, as well as doors, windows, and rooms. It may have several floors, a large or small number of people may live in it. However, a home is not only what it defines as a word. It takes a lot of effort to turn a space into a home. It is not about furniture and decorations, most important is the feeling that we experience every time we open the front door and enter our home.

A home is joy, pain, sadness, fear, love, anger - all the emotions without which life is impossible.

We may live in many places, but we only call home a few of them. After all, it is not important where we spend the night, but where we can feel calm and be in silence, right?!

No one knows for sure when we call a place home, it happens unconsciously. We may find such a place early in life, when, having hurt our knees, we run from the yard to a place where we are comforted and cared for, or we may find it later, when on a summer day the smell of freshly brewed jam on the staircase of the entrance brings a smile to our face, or maybe be even later, when we, tired, returning from work, finally sink into an armchair and relax. The most important thing is to find one such place and call it home.

A home is, in fact, a small world. It can be our workplace, school, gym, restaurant or even a cinema... Houses have combined all these functions over time, but lately, due to the modern rhythm, it seems that a home has become a temporary refuge and has lost its niche.

However, in our strange reality, when epidemics and wars alternate with each other, we all have realized anew that a home is not just a state of being under the roof of some building, and today we know for sure that - “home is not a place, home is a feeling!"

Participant: Ani Kakuria

“The sun's rays from the windows, a beautiful view from the balcony, everything is within easy reach.. And yet, what is the most important thing about home...

The most important thing is communication everywhere and always.

Communication creates an environment and perceptions that we always remember, that we always feel. Communication with a loved one, communication with friends, or even communication with oneself - is something you cannot do without.

A home is a relationship that you can't do without. It is more than just walls and a ceiling, because the most important thing about home is feelings and memories.

The feeling that you are always welcome here.. The feeling that home is a place where you can be completely yourself.. The feeling that you can be here alone.. A home is the memories of being with your family, a loved one, or even a pet.. An irreplaceable place to watch movies, a favorite gathering place for friends, an entertainment space, the best restaurant where always smells delicious. A home is the relationships and feelings that we create ourselves..

It is more than just walls and a ceiling, because our home is our mirror.

It is a place to express yourself, be creative and bring your ideas to life through objects, furniture and rooms. Collect pictures on the wall, take care of plants, play with colors - match a chair or table to the interior, revive your favorite memories in pictures, on shelves... This is the communication that the home gives you. The communication that is indispensable.

Home is the place you always miss - on a trip, at work, at official meetings, on the street, in heat or cold, because you know that a delicious dinner, a soft bed and a TV are waiting for you along with your favorite sofa...

Here you will find peace.

A home is more than just walls and a ceiling…”

Participant: Tatia Minashvili

“I realized that a home is more than the air in a room when I first stepped into the world of plaster, cement, electricity, screw wrench, glue and cement. I realized that building and renovating my home was like a child to me when I almost destroyed my family because of the wallpaper.

I realized that a home was a symbol of beauty for me when I chose the "building materials" store over the neighboring "aesthetic center" ... While Eteri, Nanuli, Robert, Lela, Irma, Mamuka, 4 Gia .... and I won’t continue, I don’t want to miss anyone - waved at me from the aesthetic center.

Meanwhile I: - "We will finish in a week and I will definitely come, sign me up for an appointment, girls!” I also won't go into detail about the fact that a week has turned into a full year, I don't want to build my own war of nerves into this blog. Repair is especially difficult during a pandemic, while even at home you wear a mask and carefully monitor if anyone is sneezing. Is anyone coughing? Maybe it's because of the dust? Ahh, it’s a seasonal allergy... Or maybe it's the one that you managed to avoid for 2 years and now it's finally getting to you. . . The importance and peculiarity of the home becomes even more noticeable when you work online, choosing building materials online while your third-grader child reads the poem “House” aloud during the online lesson, his voice accompanies the sound of cutting timber: "A bird has a nest, a bear has a den, a squirrel has a hollow, a mouse has a burrow. Everyone builds his own house, everyone lives in his own home.

That's when you realize that you need to be patient a little, the repair will end soon, there is a week left, only a week. I also understand that I could go somewhere during this time, live in peace and not think about all this fuss, but I could not do so, I could not leave the new life of my home - the so-called repair - unattended.

After all of this, how can I take liberties to say that my home is just walls and a ceiling. If it finds out that it is an inanimate object, it will probably go insane, just like its owner.”

Participant: Salome Gorgoshidze

"Friday... 17:59... The laptop is in the bag, the wallet is in the back pocket, the phone... God, did I leave it in Natela's office again?! I hope she didn’t run out of the office early again for no reason and doomed me to a phoneless existence on the weekend...

Natela is a middle-aged divorced woman. In fact, you’d hardly believe that she’s middle-aged or even a woman. She will probably be only 35 years old, but adversity has transformed her appearance to a state unmatched to her age, and I think only I know how much kindness and childishness Natela hides behind her seemingly not very bright face. She was left with two children. One is always sick. Or the mother is lying to get back from work before the end of the working day, no one really knows... But it cannot be denied that she happily heads to her rented "Khrushchovka" with such enthusiasm that one might think that it is my apartment, not hers, constantly flooded by a neighbor, or that it is in my 46 square meters, burdened with a mortgage, the wind blows every night into every crack.

“For me, home is the cuddling with my children,” she often says… I've always wondered how a person can need so little to be happy? Yes, yes, indeed a little... So go on, pay your monthly bank payments, worry about endless repairs, the prefabricated closet you bought (of course I can handle it, it can't be that hard), you really made it look like a closet, you managed to get a good night's sleep on a mattress on floor and with all this, full of pride in owning an apartment, recommended to everyone around to plunge headlong into a ten-year mortgage so as not to feel lonely... That's what a home is. What cuddles... What sentiments... God be my witness...

- Jacko, you’ve got a message, I recognized your phone by the sound. I was about to lock up the office! - joyfully told me Natela. - Happy Bank - payment - loan service fee 666 GEL. Have a nice weekend - Home Sweet Home...”

Participant: Archil Gelashvili

“The space we live in can say a lot about us. It can tell the stories, archive memories, reveal our secrets. Sometimes it even talks about us without our permission.

The home expresses us.

How our home looks depends on what we like and why we like it, where our ideas comes from and what drives us.

Given that our home can verbalize our ideas, it appears as one of the important tools of our self-expression, a kind of mirror into which, if we look into, we can catch a glimpse of something as sensitive and controversial as taste.

A home is interactive.

We look at the walls and they look back at us.

An empty wall can freely compete in expressiveness with a wall decorated by a Mondrian painting. Minimalism, along with design rich in texture and architectural details, or works of art, are both storytellers and tell the same story - who we are, how we perceive the world, ourselves, what is valuable to us.

A home is a "refuge".

What we are powerless against in the macro world, in the micro world is completely in our hands - the chosen colors, textures, finishes, lighting, furniture, paintings, photographs, plants are the material co-creators of our comfort, a cozy and safe micro world. At home, we can make our world the way it is acceptable to us.

The home is alive.

The home wakes up and sleeps with us, which is expressed through natural light and lighting.

The energy that we carry and generate ourselves or together with roommates nests invisibly between the walls.

The space in which we live, grow, express emotions, learn important news, work, plan and create, get inspiration, play music, store countless memories that are remembered by the walls.

All-in-all, along with things, intangible matters create an “aura” that we often refer to, which is the main evidence that a home exists.”

Participant: Natalia Pirtskhalava

"A home is peace...

A home is harmony...

A home is a unity of walls that you painted with dream and made it come true, or you arranged an chosen corner so that you feel comfortable. After an emotional day when you just want to cuddle up in the sofa and watch the next episode of your favorite series, or wrap yourself in a blanket on the day off and spend the whole day in bed. A home is an accord of sounds.

With a cup of morning coffee, the combination of the chirping of birds outside with the chatters of children, the sound of conversations in the street with the timbre of a loved one, the noise of cars with the sound of a TV, radio or computer, and thus music is created that we often hear, but rarely perceive.

A home is a unity of scents.

The smell of a freshly prepared dinner on the kitchen table and the unity of the scents of all the people living in it. And, every home, like a living being, has its own individual and special smell.....

A home is a harmony of colors...

Each room has its own individual color, changing at different times of the day. And the sun, like a painter, with a magic brush gives each wall its own special, warm colors... In the morning it seems colorless, then it altered to gradations of yellow, orange and finally becomes colorless again and the real color of the wall remains..... When the sun sets and night falls, the moon begins to play with its cold colors. A home is a palette of colors, even if there are few colors in it...

A home is not just a ceiling and walls, a home is also the floor, which seems to be the most solid place compared to all other walls existing on earth, where you can feel most confident.

A home is a living organism... It breathes like any living being... It has its own character, color, smell, even the timbre of voice. You can fall in love with a home at first sight, or vice versa, it takes time to fall in love with it.

A home is a place of adventure where you can experience things that you could only see with your eyes before.

A home is freedom… a place where you can just be who you really are.”

Participant: Sopio Akubardia

“Eleven years ago, I left my walls and ceiling to be called a patrimony and be the object of unconditional, special love, regardless of what happened to you within its walls and whether you had a roof over your head or it was collapsing over your head...

I left eleven years ago and have changed eleven homes since then. In the hope of better plastered walls and higher ceilings, I went from house to house and shared seventy percent of my income with the landlord, who stared at me, trying to guess my solvency and trying to guess my solvency and whether I would have orgies at home, or just come home from work tired and go to bed.

Spending your first night in a rented apartment is harder than having the first sex with someone you don't love. Nothing can be touched, every object is purposelessly placed and covered with dust from the time of Zezva (even if it is not, it seems so). You walk around a twenty-five-meter apartment and, armed with household chemicals, struggle with the remnants of someone else's life; On your knees, you scratch the tiled floor and with animal fury try to shake the dust out of the carpets, in the end you win and fall asleep in the hope that at least these walls and roof will become your home. So I have changed eleven apartments, cried eleven times about my homelessness, eleven times reproached my parents for not being able to give me anything but a patrimony, and came to the twelfth apartment, where Irakli and I were supposed to live together.

Now, when I get home, the first thing I look at is the clothesline: My dress no longer flutters alone as it has hung itself on a rope, but with Irakli's heavy jeans spread out next to it. When I see this picture, I rush up the stairs and knock on the door. For the first time in eleven years, the door of my apartment opens from the inside, and I triumphantly say: "I have come," to which follows Irakli's reply "have you?” and this apartment with a low ceiling, built in the Khrushchev era, somehow turns into a home.”

Participant: Gvantsa Kalandadze

“Imagine that you come home tired after work. You are in a hurry. Your heart beats like it does when you meet someone you love. You often feel the keys in your pocket and from time to time, immersed in deep reflections on the past, you involuntarily smile. You know, it is waiting for you, the most faithful, coziest, warm, reliable support. How much can it hold in itself? How many colors, how much light, how much air. It's like a pantry of emotions, where everything has its place, its own corner. This room over here, how much joy, how many mouth-watering flavors, how many mornings with coffee does it remember?!. And over here?! Who knows how many pages of books this warmly lit corner, a cozy armchair and a shelf where your favorite characters live counts?! Surprisingly, it can store sadness that has now become a distant memory, sweet dreams and sleepless nights. It never reproach you for being away for too long. It will always meet you with its door wide open and hold you close to its heart, because it knows, and you also know, that sooner or later, in the end, you will always return to it.

You quicken your pace, tightly squeezing the key to a dream come true in your fist, and here it appears, proud and strong. It watches your every move through the darkened windows. And you smile back to it, openly and boldly. You see that the street is full of people like you. They smile at their dream, and you feel that happiness is where you live, where you are welcome, where you are happy.

You count the steps in your heart, how much is left before meeting it?! One, two, three... You are entering the entrance... No, you're running into it... Ten, eleven, twelve... The elevator is taken. Well, you are not the only one hurrying home. You are counting the stairs... Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three... You seem to already hear it breath, you feel his smell, the most familiar, the one you would not confuse with any other smell... That’s it. You got there. You take a deep breath, and once again, you are convinced that a home is more than just walls and a ceiling.

Participant: Ekaterine Sharikidze

Leon, the protagonist of Luc Besson's famous film, is one of New York City's most notorious hit men. Due to the specifics of his job, he often has to change his place of residence. Naturally, for a person who is constantly hiding from law enforcement agencies and other ill-wishers, the main purpose of the home is to create a protected environment.

Leon, the protagonist of Luc Besson's famous film, is one of New York City's most notorious hit men. Due to the specifics of his job, he often has to change his place of residence. Naturally, for a person who is constantly hiding from law enforcement agencies and other ill-wishers, the main purpose of the home is to create a protected environment.

I, not a cold-blooded killer, but an enthusiast of a cozy apartment, like Leon, first in my imagination try to equip the future housing in such a way as to turn a simple building into my home. Since childhood, "coming home" has always been associated with peace and security - opening of the front door, familiar scents and a space that has a magical effect on you. Over time, the requirements have increased. The pandemic has taught us well that walls and a ceiling should combine more than a function of a shelter and become a multifunctional space - a comfortable environment for work, entertainment and relaxation, where you can host friends and loved ones. And I'm getting ready too.

I, not a cold-blooded killer, but an enthusiast of a cozy apartment, like Leon, first in my imagination try to equip the future housing in such a way as to turn a simple building into my home. Since childhood, "coming home" has always been associated with peace and security - opening of the front door, familiar scents and a space that has a magical effect on you. Over time, the requirements have increased. The pandemic has taught us well that walls and a ceiling should combine more than a function of a shelter and become a multifunctional space - a comfortable environment for work, entertainment and relaxation, where you can host friends and loved ones. And I'm getting ready too.

Participant: Beka Shatirishvili

“A home is more than just walls and a ceiling – a strange arrangement of terms, but when you think about it, a home is exactly walls and a ceiling. It is the walls of the house that keep you on your feet when you fall. When crying, leaning against the wall, slowly sliding down to the floor, these walls are the ones that comfort you and help you to get on your feet again, and when you going home feeling dizzy with happiness or other emotions, you use the walls of your home for support, you talk to them, touch them, feel them.

“A home is more than just walls and a ceiling – a strange arrangement of terms, but when you think about it, a home is exactly walls and a ceiling. It is the walls of the house that keep you on your feet when you fall. When crying, leaning against the wall, slowly sliding down to the floor, these walls are the ones that comfort you and help you to get on your feet again, and when you going home feeling dizzy with happiness or other emotions, you use the walls of your home for support, you talk to them, touch them, feel them.

And if you think about it, the ceiling is a person at your place who always protects you, fences off obstacles from you, takes care of your happiness and warmth, knows what and how you need, looks after you and always stands by your side.

You know? There are times when your own ceiling doesn't respond to you, but you know it's up there, subtly, non-kinesthetically with galactic energy, but you know it's with you. Walls are people too, don't be surprised, they are people who welcome you into your home, come and go, create memories for you and stand next to you as unshakable, strong and forbearing as the walls of your home.

I want you to remember that every memory has its walls and ceiling that you create, that you always have hope, a feeling that solidity creates your relationship with others, with us, with the outside world, and, in the end home is more than just walls and a ceiling, walls and a ceiling made of of your feelings, emotions, memories!

All your people are your home, strength, energy, memories that teach you, train you, hurt you, make you happy, make you feel all emotions, then put you on your feet and make you realize that it's time for home!

It’s time to be happy, share emotions, create and gather memories!”

Participant: Keti Ghavtadze

The ancient Greek philosopher Democritus of Abdera said: “Happiness dwelleth not in herds nor in gold, the soul is a dwelling-place of the ‘daimon’”. A lot of time has passed since the time of Democritus, but everyone still wants to have their own home. What phenomenon are we dealing with - a desire, a goal or a dream? Creating a place that a person could call "home" is an ideal constant that has withstand thousands of years.

Has the perception of home changed in modern life? History repeats itself and, basically, people remain the same beings as were the contemporaries of the same Democritus, or those who existed before him. This opinion is shared even by the greatest minds, but the framework of humankind is changing - cities are growing, becoming megalopolises, technologies are developing. All this will lead to new challenges and, accordingly, new social approaches. But a human remains a human, and a home remains a sweet place of rest, where we feel peace, comfort and complete idyll. With the accelerated pace of the world, it can be said that after such tiring days that we are used to in our time, a home has become more bliss than it used to be...

However, the understanding of a home is still individual and evokes different associations in each person. For me personally, a home is hot tea, warmth, comfort, the yellow light of a lamp and a family curled up in front of the TV in the evening. A home is a place where every corner evokes a certain memory and, moreover, not one; A home is the atmosphere that makes you want to go somewhere else and the longing that makes someone who has gone somewhere else come back home; A home is not a specific building, not specific four walls and a ceiling, but an idea that is an integral part of humanity in a human being.

And yet, how should we define "home"? A home is such an universal concept that it cannot have a universal definition, in other words, everyone has their own home, and there are as many definitions of a home as there are beating hearts in the world.”

Participant: Luka Dolidze

“When I felt down, I often watched the windows of the house opposite. From some windows one could see a kissing couple, from others - a dog begging the owner to play ball with it. In one window, I saw a large family having dinner, and in the other, old grandparents hugging, watching TV.

Sometimes the windows of a house can show us more stories than a movie or a book. This news is as real as it gets because no one is pretending at home.

Home is the coziness and comfort that we all have, as we understand it.

Some see their home as their ultimate refuge, while others see it as just a hotel room to sleep in.

The only difference is what kind of soul a home has. How many plants are there or what does an armchair look like?!

Where is the TV or how loud is the city noise?

For me, a home is the comfort that can be observed in the windows of the building opposite my house. Peace and love, feet on a comfortable armchair and a beautiful fireplace. Of course, my dog is also lying by the fireplace, without it there would be no scent of home in the house.

Scent of home? Yes! Every home has its own "aroma", hardly anyone will argue about it. Isn't that the scent that immigrants miss?

Scent of home? Yes! Every home has its own "aroma", hardly anyone will argue about it. Isn't that the scent that immigrants miss?

It's hard to sleep in red walls when your own room is blue.

It's hard to take a good shower when someone else's toothbrushes or shower gels lie in the shower instead of your things.

It's hard to watch your favorite director’s movie on TV and in a room where the armchair is strange and less fluffy. After all, haven't you been choosing a big easy chair with blue pillows for two months?

The most difficult thing is to listen to your favorite music in an unfamiliar environment with strangely painted walls.

Home is the power in which all people reflect, rest, think, live and die. Home is life."

Participant: Tsiko Inauri