So Karlee got this tattoo the other day and I was incredibly jealous (in a good way).  I kept thinking about how, no matter what, Dublin will always be a part of her.

Our scars and tattoos tell the stories of our life for us.  I have a scar on my face from where I was with my family at Boar’s Tusk, a format volcano a little ways from my hometown, and from that point on Boar’s Tusk became a little piece of my identity.  And not completely in a bad way; the thing that I remember most from that day was the care and worry that my grandpa showed for me.  The rash on my wrist (which I am trying to stop picking at, I promise) will likely scar, so Dublin will become a little piece of my story and it will exist in more than just my memory (I was going to use a picture of my wrist, but I decided that that would be unpleasant to view and for me to post on Instagram).  I’m also hoping to get a tattoo while we are in Belfast (a much better reminder of Ireland than the scar).  I’ve chosen to immortalize this place on my body.