Rosie nods. "I know I'm not the same person now as I'd been back home. Or when I first arrived here." She laughs, a small, bright sound that comes so easily after everything that she's momentarily surprised. "When I met you, and I was in that ridiculous dress, and look at us now."

Back home, she had always wanted to be different--more exciting, or off doing interesting things, or at the least making plans to when she was a little older. It had never struck her as easy, but it she'd never anticipated it being quite this hard. But the only thing to do was keep going.