She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone.

I’ve learned that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling.

She needed to talk, she needed to cry, she needed to vent all her frustrations and disappointments.

Yes it's difficult. Yes it's horrible. Yes it's the worst thing that has ever happen in my whole life. But I just can't give up.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with returning to the house you grew up in every now and again. It's good for the soul.

Have you ever not known something but known it at the same time?

I'd tried enough to know that anything long term wasn't going to work.