We walked into the tattoo shop with nervous excitement. Its mid-April 2011 and I’m in Boston visiting my friend Jenn. It has been four months since my ex and I broke up, and about three days since Jenn has been blindsided with a breakup from her ex of almost a decade. We’re taking a road trip from Boston to New York City and decide on a whim to get tattoos. Jenn calls up shop near Harvard that is able to take us and we both decide on a similar design. The word “Believe.”
Letters is a new series on Just a Trace where I will be writing out my feelings to the people in my life via letters. Each post in the letters series will contain a new letter on a new topic, and although these thoughts and feelings come from me, don’t be surprised if you can relate.
Someone should have told me that becoming a parent means you instantly need more space on your phone. My phone’s photo roll is currently comprised of probably close to 500 pictures of my five-month-old daughter Bria.
Before I had a baby, I had so many (naive) visions of what it would be like. I pictured working out while the baby napped (nope), making elaborate dinners while the baby napped (nope) and keeping the house in immaculate condition while the baby napped (do babies actually nap?). Slowly I let go of all these things.