You see, I am back. I’m reading again, I’m writing again and I’m living again. It’s still dusk, but every day has to have an end. I told myself, that if for some reason, I drove downtown – and found easy street parking I’d walk into a tattoo shop and ask if they had any walk in’s available. So as I drove by, a truck pulled out – leaving me the perfect (and by perfect I mean, I didn’t have to parallel park perfect) spot right across the street. So I parked, plugged the meter and headed in. They could get me in, in 30 minutes, so I talked with the few pretty large fish in the entrance way, mimicking every facial expression I could, then I talked with the amazingly, talented tattoo artist that took a stencil of my shoulder, told me to come back in an hour and then we would get started.
My tattoo is a goodbye. You don’t need to know the details, but I wanted to take the last little bit of money I had from her and turn it into something beautiful.
I am one of those sentimental people. Stories and random conversations, with random people, are important to me. The past is important to me, and the future is a goal of importance to me.
You see, I got a tattoo. I love it. It was spontaneous and everything about my experience was perfect. Yes, it has meaning. No, I didn’t spend months thinking about it, but I thought long and hard about it on my way into town…
Yours most of the time,
(you can expect a blog post from me, at least once a week for the majority of the summer!)