twenty-something

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I do not have a foot fetish. I'm not Canadian, either. And, damn it, I'm not a hippie.

But despite all these things, yes, yes, I have a maple leaf tattooed on my right leg.

Though I never blogged about the experience, I got this tattoo -- my first and, thus far, only one -- back in March, right after I quit my job. The maple leaf, to me, is a symbol of Vermont and my heritage, and the long-time joke that pure VT maple syrup runs through my veins. (I'm sweet, yo.)

I planned to get the tattoo back in '03 after graduating from the University of Vermont and planning to leave the state. Due to lack of funds, I didn't get the ink done and I'd regretted it ever since. When I ended up back in Burlington, I vowed I'd scar myself forever whenever I decided to leave again.

Now, wherever I go, I can look down at my leg and think of my home. Dorky as that may sound, it does bring me some comfort.

So there you have it -- the coming out party for my little ol' maple leaf tattoo.