by Eden A
It was a Saturday in the afternoon of April, 22nd 2023.
I packed my bag with a water bottle, keys, and phone and rushed out the door. I was scared to take public transit alone but wanted to face my fears. My co-worker couldn’t go with me so I shared my location on my cell phone to feel safer, and in case of an emergency.
I planned a whole bus route online, got to the first stop and waited anxiously until I got on. I was scared to open my phone. By memory, I tried figuring out the bus route and apparently after asking the driver if I got out, I went on the wrong side of the bus.
In total, there was a lot of waiting and three separate buses. On the second bus I got it, the third I messed up, and was anxious again. My dad also had my location and told me to hang out closer to the house with no idea I was getting a tattoo, as I accepted it I continued on route until I got dropped off last at the location.
When I was dropped off on the street that the location was on, I was confused with two separate directions. It took me forever to figure out the location. I ended up calling the person who directed me and my dad told me that he was picking me up at 6:00 pm so I wouldn’t get lost again.
I arrived for my tattoo appointment around 5:30 pm and because my dad was there I was only able to get the butterfly tattoo in time before the other two tattoos I planned on getting that day being the semi-colon and heart.
Meanwhile, my dad doesn’t want me to get the tattoo until I move out so when I got to the car it was nicely covered. I gave the money to the tattoo artist in a hurry afterwards, and felt a bit sick as I was very sensitive to the whole procedure. I was alright with the aftercare for the next couple of weeks.
I am so grateful I was able to get it done, and it looks beautiful. There is hope and connection in anything you do, therefore you are able to use word of mouth and stay a bit more conscious and safe. In a few years, I’m looking forward to getting a few more tattoos!
