So I'm in love. That crazy, forget to eat, float around in a daze, talk on the phone all night and bounce out of bed every morning hoping to see him kind of love.

Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.

We think of happiness as something we can take. But usually it comes from being content with what we have, and accepting ourselves.

I think the birds in the area are dying laughing watching me try not to crash.

The look that passes between Jeffrey and Kimber right then feels like it requires a swell of cheesy music in the background. Aw, I think. Baby brother's in love. I also find this kind of gross.

Our purpose on this earth is not one single event, an accomplishment we can check off a list. There is no test. No passing or failing. There's only us, each moment shaping who we are, into what we will become.

Have you ever been to a place you're supposed to love, but all you can think about is home?