Future
When the Cylons had attacked the colonies they'd done much more than just kill the people. They'd killed all hope of having a future.
The survivors had spent years on the run, never knowing if each day was going to be their last. Some wished it would be their last, others died wishing they'd had much more time, despite the difficult circumstances in which they'd lived.
The only thing that was certain in those times was uncertainty. Life was fragile - a mere drop of water in a raging river carrying them mercilessly along on a wave of violence.
Kara's life had always been like that, the future a dream at best, so fitting into this catch-as-catch can lifestyle wasn't hard for her. What was hard was what came after ... their life on Earth.
She'd never been one to wear rose-coloured glasses or fantasize about the future, but when they landed on Earth, found themselves permanent homes for the first time in over five years, and Lee proposed to her she knew the future was tangible, here where she could reach out and touch it.
And for the first time in her life she realized that certainty wasn't a bad thing.