And... that's me back from my wee trip to Paris.
It was just SO nice... kinda like me and the boyfriend were in a little bubble of our own.
Totally didn't last long enough, though.
And now I'm unbelivably sad to be back home in this shitty, shitty place where people stare at you funny if you have more than 2 cigarettes in an hour, or drink a bottle and a half of wine with your meal.
In this fucking place, people stare and class you as 'wierd' if you do something that doesn't conform to norms, but in Paris... sure you might get a few stares, but it's not in a judging way.
In 4 days, I saw only about 3 people who had tattoo's, so I got a few stares for my back piece, but the French were more than happy to ask questions rather than stare, point and make judgements.
Gah.
I do believe it's time for me to move.
It was just SO nice... kinda like me and the boyfriend were in a little bubble of our own.
Totally didn't last long enough, though.
And now I'm unbelivably sad to be back home in this shitty, shitty place where people stare at you funny if you have more than 2 cigarettes in an hour, or drink a bottle and a half of wine with your meal.
In this fucking place, people stare and class you as 'wierd' if you do something that doesn't conform to norms, but in Paris... sure you might get a few stares, but it's not in a judging way.
In 4 days, I saw only about 3 people who had tattoo's, so I got a few stares for my back piece, but the French were more than happy to ask questions rather than stare, point and make judgements.
Gah.
I do believe it's time for me to move.