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  • January 8, 2018
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    To my fellow women -Please don’t settle. Not in a job you hate, not in a town where you don’t feel at home, not with friendships that aren’t real, and especially, especially not with love.

    ~Marisa Donnelly

  • July 8, 2017
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    I am happy when I eat fresh fruit, when I burst out laughing, when I discover a new song, when I finish a good book, when I wake up and feel relaxed. I’m glad to have friends, family, a home, food when I’m hungry, hot water when I shower. I love being able to live, travel and see the seasons change. There are so many things that make life so simple and easy and I will always think about them more than all the bad things that will happen to me. I do not have time to be sad every day and ungrateful; I have every reason in the world to be happy.

    Source: http://obstinate-and-headstrong.tumblr.com/

  • June 8, 2017
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    “Everybody has a home team: It’s the people you call when you get a flat tire or when something terrible happens. It’s the people who, near or far, know everything that’s wrong with you and love you anyways. These are the ones who tell you their secrets, who get themselves a glass of water without asking when they’re at your house. These are the people who cry when you cry. These are your people, your middle-of-the-night, no-matter-what people.” ― Shauna Niequist,

  • February 4, 2017
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    If you’re with someone and you wish you were elsewhere, then leave. One of the cruelest things you can do to a person is make them feel like home when to you, they’re only temporary. We all deserve love and undistracted attention. We all deserve to feel wanted. If you can’t give them your whole heart, then don’t you dare hold it hostage.

  • July 15, 2016
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    Your Mother is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well, she’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space, not even death.

  • March 8, 2016
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    It’s not how big the house is, it’s how happy the home is.

  • January 19, 2016
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    In life, never forget these important things. One, that home is not a place, but a feeling. Two, that time is not measured by a clock, but by moments. And three, that heartbeats are not heard but felt and shared.

  • December 19, 2015
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    “You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.” ~Miriam Adeney

     

  • December 17, 2015
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    Find someone who makes you realize three things: one, that home is not a place, but a feeling. Two, that time is not measured by a clock, but by moments. And three, that heartbeats are not heard, but felt and shared.

    ~Unknown

  • December 8, 2015
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    Find someone who makes you realize three things: one, that home is not a place, but a feeling. Two, that time is not measured by a clock, but by moments. And three, that heartbeats are not heard, but felt and shared.

    ~Unknown

  • December 2, 2015
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    Your Mother is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well, she’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space, not even death.

    ~Unknown

  • November 15, 2015
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    Find someone who makes you realize three things: one, that home is not a place, but a feeling. Two, that time is not measured by a clock, but by moments. And three, that heartbeats are not heard, but felt and shared.

  • October 16, 2015
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    Find someone who makes you realize three things: one, that home is not a place, but a feeling. Two, that time is not measured by a clock, but by moments. And three, that heartbeats are not heard, but felt and shared

  • September 16, 2015
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    Your Mother is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well, she’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space, not even death.

  • August 18, 2015
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    Find someone who makes you realize three things: one, that home is not a place, but a feeling. Two, that time is not measured by a clock, but by moments. And three, that heartbeats are not heard, but felt and shared

  • July 11, 2015
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    Your Mother is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well, she’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space, not even death.

  • July 9, 2015
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    When we are faced with great pain in our lives, we are given the opportunity to grow from it. Wisdom comes with a heavy price and many tears are bound to happen along the way; Just remember that mist is often in the field when dawn is just beyond the horizon. You may feel like you are lost, but it will clear and you will see that you are not alone, you were never alone, and slowly but surely, you will make your way home.

    — T.B. LaBerge

  • June 11, 2015
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    I am happy when I eat fresh fruit, when I burst out laughing, when I discover a new song, when I finish a good book, when I wake up and feel relaxed. I’m glad to have friends, family, a home, food when I’m hungry, hot water when I shower. I love being able to live, travel and see the seasons change. There are so many things that make life so simple and easy and I will always think about them more than all the bad things that will happen to me. I do not have time to be sad every day and ungrateful; I have every reason in the world to be happy.

    Source: http://obstinate-and-headstrong.tumblr.com/

  • May 23, 2015
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    Don’t waste your time caring about the people who don’t like you– chances are you don’t like them either. Don’t waste your time worrying if people are talking about you- you affected their lives, they didn’t affect yours. Waste your time with the people you care about- live in the moment, because your family and friends are what matter most. Because it’s all about the simple things in life. A comfy home, good food on the table, and surrounded by the people you love.

    Source: http://lessonslearnedinlife.com/

  • May 8, 2015
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    Your Mother is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well, she’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space, not even death.

  • November 16, 2014
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    If you’re with someone and you wish you were elsewhere, then leave. One of the cruelest things you can do to a person is make them feel like home when to you, they’re only temporary. We all deserve love and undistracted attention. We all deserve to feel wanted. If you can’t give them your whole heart, then don’t you dare hold it hostage.

  • September 13, 2014
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    You work so hard, just to end up at home crying yourself to sleep; remember you’re trying, you are moving mountains that have plagued you since you were young, and you’re trying so hard. Keep fighting, fight until you have won. Fight until you have found your way home, until the sun comes back and your heart learns to love the mornings again.
    – T.B. LaBerge

  • August 8, 2014
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    Find someone who makes you realize three things: one, that home is not a place, but a feeling. Two, that time is not measured by a clock, but by moments. And three, that heartbeats are not heard, but felt and shared

  • April 27, 2014
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    “‘I NO LONGER WISH TO BE LOVED CHILDISHLY. I WANT TO BE LOVED WITH THE STRENGTH AND CHARM OF MATURITY. I DON’T WANT TO BE SMOTHERED BY THE FEAR OF JEALOUSY AND INSECURITIES. I DON’T WANT A RELATIONSHIP BASED SOLELY UPON SHUTTING THE WORLD OUT AND LOCKING EACH OTHER IN. I WANT TO BE SOMEWHERE WHERE I CAN BREATHE. WHERE, EVEN IN THE MIDST OF A MILLION PEOPLE WITH A MILLION HEARTBEATS SURROUNDING ME, I CAN STILL KNOW THE SOUND OR EVEN PLAY THE TUNE, OR NOD MY HEAD TO THE RHYTHM OF THE ONE I CALL “HOME.” I WANT TO CALL YOU HOME.”
    -Angel Haze

  • December 31, 2013
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    ” Life gets pretty hectic. Sometimes feeling like we’re on a roller coaster and we never know what’s around the bend or what’s going to happen on the ride. What really matters are the moments along the way, how we spend our time, and who we spend it with. We soon find out it’s the “simple things” that really matter; someone beside us to hold, or to love, or just to chill with at the end of our day. To say to ourselves: ” I’m home.” ~Brigitte Nicole

  • 18 November 2013

    Almost

    Almost is a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Soon maybe. I am hoping for that.

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