Storm
It was hard to believe I’d already been in Ireland for a week.
One week.
It had gone by so quickly that I barely had time to process it.
When I’d first arrived, I’d expected being in a foreign country—surrounded by strangers and living under a false identity—to feel terrifying.
Instead, I’d somehow managed to find my feet.
And, more surprisingly…
I was happy.
I’d thrown myself into university life, my studies and my workouts with equal determination.
The university gym had quickly become my second home. I worked out there at all hours, sometimes staying until my muscles were screaming for mercy.
When I wasn’t studying or at the gym, I ran.
For hours.
The university had an assortment of beautiful paths winding through the grounds and surrounding areas, and I loved getting
