I remember sitting with my brother on a balcony over a lake, sketching out our hopes and dreams underneath the morning sun, and submitting to the overwhelming waves of tranquility that swept us under.

I remember sitting with my sister in her third-floor suite, watching the rain falling in a continuous torrent as we ate, laughed, and shared.

I remember feeling like I'm home, like I'm where I ought to be.

Tunes (Yes, I'm gonna try and get these going again):"Feels Like Home," Bonnie Raitt; "Stop Crying Your Heart Out," Oasis; and "Stacy's Mom," Fountains of Wayne.