Steam Trains And Diamonds And Why I Pierced My Nose

Our one not-house-hunting, non-quarantined day was spent in Berkeley with Francesca and her brother, and we packed in enough good stuff that I went home feeling like, you know: we rode old-fashioned steam trains through the hills. And saw dolphins. I had the best latte I have ever had in my life (at Cafe Med, on Telegraph). And we ate Burmese food and played in the sand, and got ice cream whenever possible. And even a trip to urgent care is…well, it’s its own kind of memory, right? (The steam trains were better.)

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Oh, also: we made a quick stop into Industrial Tattoo and Piercing, and I finally went ahead and pierced my nose (Indy got to choose the jewelry; he went with a diamond over a gold stud; good man).

I thought a lot about why I wanted to do this, you know – not because it’s an especially big deal, but just because…well, Indy summed it up best when I told him I was going to put an earring in my nose and his eyes got all big and he said “WHY?” And the answer is simply that I’m at a point in my life where I just don’t care. Visible (meaning not tucked away under my clothing) tattoos and piercings and such have always been beautiful to me, but in my twenties I was too nervous to do the things I actually wanted to do (with tattoos and piercings only being the tip of the iceberg) because I worried what they might “say” to other people. And lately I realize more than ever that my choices are my own, and all they say about me is what I choose to have them mean.

It’s a realization that feels very particular to this moment in my life, and to being in my thirties. And it feels good to commemorate that.

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Anyway, if you’re in the market for anything of this sort, Industrial was great: super professional, very clean, gorgeous jewelry selection (Francesca bought the most beautiful three-stone stud for her upper ear). Oh: and yes, it hurt, but nothing unbearable (I teared up, but only because apparently everyone cries when they get their nose pierced; something about a direct line from your nose to your tear ducts).

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Ta daaaa.


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