I am my own home.

So I tattooed a turtle on me as a reminder.

My dad traveled a lot when I was younger for his job as an engineer. Every time he visited an exciting place (AKA anywhere other than central Missouri), he made an effort to bring a souvenir back for me and my siblings.

A wrap skirt from Mexico. A wooden kaleidoscope from Colorado. And my favorite: a turtle figurine from France.

I named him Turtel, believ…