It all seems so close, everything within her grasp. But she can’t help but stop to wonder: is this the life she wants?

Is she happy, for all the sacrifices she has made, to get to the here and now? She thinks she loves this place, but is this all there is? Is this now going to be her life, the place she works and play, live and die?

What is love, she doesn’t know. And she probably will never get to know. So how can she know that this life she leads is one she loves? This place she’s at, is one she loves? The one she wants?