She doesn't know how to change any other way. She doesn't know what she wants. Sometimes it's to be one whole thing. Sometimes it's to be anything at all but what she is. But imagining what it would be like, to be something else, or someone else, even just a little different...

That's difficult.

There are so many choices, they are infinite, and back home they were finite. There are too many. She doesn't know which direction to go in.

[ Being content sounds very nice, she just isn't sure how she'd ever manage it. ]