They’ve been saying that I’ve changed and I’ve been telling them that they haven’t.
The funny thing about feeling alone is that you’re not alone in a sense. There are many others with the same feeling.
HOL = hah’d out loud.
My family was able to leave Cambodia in 1985 during the war and after losing many loved ones. My mother, father, and two brothers fled to Thailand and ended up in a refugee camp. This is where they spent two years of their lives away from home. In 1987 they finally were able to make it to PRPC in the Philippines to learn English. Finally, in 1988 the four of them (one in the tummy) made it to the United States.
The tattoo is an outline of the Country of Cambodia with the flag integrated. 1988 is under the outline; the year we finally made it to the U.S. and the year I was born.
Phoenix Feather. The story of the phoenix describes a long-lived bird that is reborn through the ashes of a fire at the end of its life. To me this story represents a new start and ties into my other tattoo representing my family’s new start/my birth in 1988 at our new home in the U.S.
The idea behind the ekg tattoo ties in my profession with a symbol that is iconic of a place that will always be my home, the Rocky Mountains in Colorado.
I think it’s time to add…
Pulled over. Opened sunroof. Snap.
I’m the person that gets attached too quickly. It’s a curse. Always thinking about the other, wanting to talk to the other, wanting to be with the other. What do you do when your the one that ends up on the wrong side of the feelings scale with more than the other?