Shift.

Long after a big change or an important event, the catalyst doesn't much seem to matter. Becca found that this was true in her Peace Corps service too.
It had been a difficult few months - the kind of time that tested not just patience and perseverance but that tested her very ideals and what her life was going to mean. This wasn't some Friday pop quiz. Becca considered walking away - just hopping on a plane and leaving it all behind but something nagged at her from the deepest corners of her being. Even in her worst moments, something had a hold on her, something propelled her forward.
Just when she was about to tell that feeling to shove it, everything changed. The world shifted. Some of it came from the outside, some of it from within, a perfectly imperfect exchange that finally put all of that fear, angry, confusion and frustration on a leash.
After the shift, she found that she didn't really want to think about the times before, she didn't want to talk them to death either. She remembered, she knew and anything more was in the past. This was a fresh start, this was something new and, damn it, she was ready to move forward.