Of Course It Hurts", She Grumbled, Tipping

Home Wasn't A Set House, Or A Single Town On A Map. It Was Wherever The People Who Loved You Were, Whenever You Were Together. Not A Place, But A Moment, And Then Another, Building On Each Other Like Bricks To Create A Solid Shelter That You Take With You For Your Entire Life, Wherever You May Go.

Some Things Are Meant To Be Broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

It's Hard To Be Nice When The Rest Of The World Is So Mean.

Her Life Was Perfect. But As Was Often The Case, The Rest Of Us Were Still Adjusting.

It Was Amazing How You Could Get So Far From Where You'd Planned, And Yet Find It Was Exactly Were You Needed To Be.