This post is probably a parent's worse nightmare: I finally got my first tattoo. It honestly wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, or even as life altering as I imagined. Ever since I was in high school I knew I wanted to get a tattoo , preferably in French.

 If my French teacher(s) ever read this blog post they are probably laughing at this because I barely ever spoke French during class. But as a Francophone speaker (since age 5), and as someone who has created so many lovely memories in France; I wanted to commemorate my experience in the best way possible; by putting a French verb permanently on my body.

So why did I put a French verb on my body? Let me explain folks! For those of you that don't speak French, the verb 'profiter' literally means to profit. Figuratively it can be compared to 'Carpe Diem' or to enjoy. The expression 'profiter' is used widely throughout France and has become mine (and my friends) slogan throughout our time in France. Being the sentimental saps that we are (and to prove our loyalty as friends) we decided to get matching tattoos in remembrance of our time here in France and as a reminder to ourselves to try to live each day to the max.

As someone who has been struggling with coming to terms that the program is almost over (and that I still have yet to decide on what I'm going to do), this tattoo serves as a reminder to enjoy the little things in life and to not always take life so seriously. I couldn't be happier with the result of my first tattoo (and  to my surprise the lack of paint also.... just kidding!). I'll be posting more photos of my tattoo in a future blog post, but for now you get to ooh-and-ahh over this lovely black and white photo from the day of.


Until next time,