Wapun Meadow I still get these simple thrills

Was there anything better than the company of someone so thoughtful and kind? She smiled back at him, appreciating his teasing humor almost as much as his willingness to oblige her. It was getting easier, she thought, to allow herself to want things; to take up space in a meaningful way. For so long she'd just drifted, trying not to impose on anyone and slowly becoming a shell of herself.
But she was finding that some people were quite happy to be imposed upon. He asked if she'd ever seen something called the ocean. No. What's the ocean? She wondered aloud. She decided not to tell him the full extent of her own experience, which was quite limited. She had traveled for months, it was true, but she remembered very little of it.
Strange, how she remembered more of these past few weeks than all those prior months of traveling combined.