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“Almost Home
by Sugar Mae Cole

Home isn¡¯t always a place you picture in your mind
With furniture and cookies and music playing and people laughing.
Home is something you can carry around like a dream
And let it grow in your heart until you¡¯re ready for it.
Losing things helps you appreciate when you find them again
And finding things gives you hope that when you lose things
It might not be forever.
Once, long ago, a girl lost her home, but she didn¡¯t lose her dream.
She hung on to it as the wind kept trying to blow it away,
But that just made it stronger.
So now she has keys and walls of many colors
And people around her who think she¡¯s something.”
― Joan Bauer, Almost Home

“Almost.
It¡¯s a big word for me.
I feel it everywhere.
Almost home.
Almost happy.
Almost changed.
Almost, but not quite.
Not yet.
Soon, maybe.
I¡¯m hoping hard for that.”
― Joan Bauer, Almost Home

“You know what it's like to move from being happy to being not? It's like swinging as high as you can and someone stops you as you come back down.”
― Joan Bauer, Almost Home

“Everyone thinks of them in terms of poisoned apples and glass coffins, and forgets that they represent girls who walked into dark forests and remade them into their own reflections.”
― Seanan McGuire, Indexing