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I let hts consume me as I walked the streets of Duthmoore The weather was chilled, but not so cold it kept people inside

I stopped and s the clatter aroundhere even more incredible was the fact that people didn’t butcherhoas spelled Back home, they’d see Aoife and try their hardest to pronounce it The majority of the time, it was never hoas actually pronounced, Ee-Fa But here, my name was fluid and correct when anyone saritten down

I didn’t hold h It was just the way things hen you had a unique name

I’d been steadily but slowly looking for work since I arrived a feeeks back, but I hadn’t been too serious about it I saved enough beforethe move, and coupled with the money my mother saved—the money I hadn’t even known about until after she passed—it had given

I really wasn’t worried about keeping a roof over my head or food inidle, sitting at ho productive, to keep busy so my mind didn’t wander

It didn’t have to be glaree that would drivewhere I can meet people Somewhere I’m surrounded by others, so I’m not utterly alone

I stopped at the front of a little apothecary shop, the glasses on display showing an array of colorful powders, herbs, and salts Just inside the store, I could see shelving behind the counter filled with s that could make you feel like you were in another world

I kept walking, the little shops and stalls in Duths of Ireland, and other keepsakes tourists could take back home with them

But I wasn’t interested in these shops I wanted the authentic ones, the kind that made you feel like you were really a part of the country, a part of the society they built in a close-knit circle

I foundLucky, the most famous pub in Duthmoore

I’d heard about every business in town, stories shop owners tolde