I am guessing that I’m not alone on this one. You know the classic breakup tattoo, I-just-broke-up-with-my-boyfriend-but-I-still-believe-in-love-tattoo. Well. This is what I did.
After a broken five year relationship, I took my shoes and bags and clothes, moved to Copenhagen and just for the sake of it spent the first six months travelling to cities like New York and Paris and Barcelona – I was definitely running away from something, was it from myself? Before I decided to actually settle down to take care of business and finally start opening those boxes that had remained un-open for the whole summer, I just had to do this last leap over to Berlin – I mean, you can fly there in 40 minutes, and it’s freaking cheap so what could possibly stop me? (Except an elder sister who threatened to lock me in her son’s room and feed me with m&m’s through the keyhole).
And off I went to Berlin to visit my sweetest friend Mika and not many hours had gone before our friendship had been immortalized with a LOVE tattoo on each of our middle fingers. Was the ring finger left clean for a possible future love ring one day, you wonder? As if! Hey, at least there is a story behind, which is more than I can say about my two other tat’s, and for whatever it’s worth, I have now landed and have only one box left to open.