Comfortable Comfort

12 Aug

I’ve discovered the things that stress my husband and I out are, as a general rule, not the same things that stress other people out.  We once, for example, spent an entire evening calculating how much solar power we would lose per day/season/year if we moved back to our home town of Pittsburgh, PA (just a few hours north makes a HUGE difference, let me tell you!).  The results of that evening spurned a month-long debate about what was more important to us: going off-grid & becoming self-sustaining, or having kiddos who lived close to their grandparents.  Apparently that’s an easy answer for most people.

Moving, which we’ll be doing in a few short months (because our landlord decided he’s moving into our basement whether we leave or not.  Fun.), prompts stressful questions like, “Will we be allowed to have chickens?”  “If we tear up the front flower beds and replace them with edible landscaping, will the HOA fine us?”  and “Do you think the neighbors will complain if we put the compost pile on the property line?”

Anyway, our lives have been rather stressful and full of change lately, and when that happens I take comfort in a few things that are totally permanent, and therefore comforting: my tattoos.  (Weird, right?)

– A celtic butterfly I got in college, paid for with the first money I ever made as a writer.  It’s on my lower back, but the pics looked awful, so you’ll just have to guess what it looks like.  YOU try taking a picture of your own back.  =)

– a teeny flower on my foot, which my cousin & my godmother also have on their bodies somewhere.  We got these for my cousin’s bachelorette party:

– a moon with the name “Chibi” wrapped around it.  My sister and I gave these to each other as birthday gifts one year (our nickname for each other is “Chibi,” after Chibi Moon, the character from the Sailor Moon anime).  Yeah, we’re nerds.  But we rock it, yo:

And my newest and favoritest inky pleasure, a wolf howling at the moon.  I got this after my wedding because changing my name stressed me out & I wanted to maintain my link to my (maiden-family? what’s the proper wording there, eh?).  Anyway, my dad’s nickname when he was growing up was “lone wolf,” so there you go.  This one’s on my shoulder:

Add to that a few more rather traditional comfort items:

my planty plants (which are all descendants of the plant my mom gave us as a “happy life together” gift when I moved in with my husband), and

my trifecta of comfort: a delicious chair full of pillows, a home-made afghan, and a shelf full of books.  I think I’ll go snuggle there now, actually.  Cheers! })i({


2 Responses to “Comfortable Comfort”

  1. amy August 12, 2010 at 12:40 pm #

    I completely get the tattoo comfort thing. Sounds weird to a lot of people but not matter what else changes…they’re there.

  2. Ang August 12, 2010 at 1:13 pm #

    I am planning on another tattoo eventually. I want to get Parker’s newborn foot on my foot. Some people think it will resemble the death of a child but I will think of it as the moment my life changed. As long as I know what it means is all that has to matter.

    As for the staying or moving back thing, I can get where you’re coming from. I live 45 minutes away from my family and that’s a perfect distance in my mind. I don’t get to see them everyday but if I do want to visit there not too extremely far away that I’d have to make an entire weekend of it.

    I don’t think of having chickens but not I have to think of if people will want a kid running around and playing outside all the time. Kinda the same as chickens in a way 😉 hahah

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