What a Weekend


My weekend was absolutely packed, yet I don’t feel exhausted.


I always count Friday as a weekend day because Friday nights are typically very different from Monday-Thursday nights. ANYWAYS, I had been counting down to April 12 for months. Why? Because I was getting two tattoos that hold an insane amount of significance in my life. I don’t want to give too much away just yet, but both of them are reflective of my family. One of my mom and something she helped me live through, and another about my cousins. Seven Crowns Tattoo in Toronto is my favourite place to be simply because my tattoo artist, Robyn, is the absolute best. Her line work is phenomenal, her attention to detail is unparalleled, and she’s so down to earth and relaxed that I don’t feel nervous every time I walk in there. From my other tattoos, typically I didn’t feel any type of pain, but this time, my second tattoo was killing me. I found that it actually felt like my skin was burning at some points but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t tolerate. Right now it feels a little bit sore from time to time, but its also so fresh that this isn’t unnatural. I also asked about a potential appointment for October…to be continued


Saturday was dedicated to completing an assignment… surprise. But this Saturday was also really special considering me and my boyfriend were celebrating an anniversary. I really had no idea if gifts were going to be exchanged, but I got something for him just incase. I usually tell guys that I date not to get me anything, and typically they follow that, but everyone knows that typically if a girl is saying ” don’t get me anything”, it translates to “I would appreciate anything because it came from you”. Surprisingly, this time around I never really got the chance to say that, but I figured because he was taking me for dinner and offered to pay for it, that the dinner itself would be like a gift from him. Well I was wrong. I got into his car and he gave me this bag. I’ll be honest, I didn’t really know what to think at first. But when I opened this little brown bag and saw the contents inside, I was so happy. He bought me sage smudge sticks, palo santo, and diffuser oil. All small things that I seriously love. It proved to me that not only does he know me so well, but he also knows that I don’t need huge things to make me happy. After dinner we ended up meeting up with his friends. This was a big deal because I had only ever met his best friend prior to this. Honestly it was a fun time. His friends, or at least the ones I met, were all welcoming. They were nice and funny and I could tell he was worried because he kept turning to me asking “everything okay? You good?” with this look of concern on his face. I would just laugh it off and say yes and tell him to stop worrying but he would always respond with “I just care!”. It was a really good day. OH and he invited me over to meet his parents this weekend and he even invited me over to his house for Easter to meet his moms side of the family. I’m intimidated lol.


Sunday was a bit more relaxing. It was 1 of 2 Easter weekends for my family. Palm Sunday is the day we typically spend celebrating an early Easter with my dads side of the family. Funny enough, this year it also landed on my cousins birthday. Now, on special occasions my nonna (grandmother in Italian) always cooks enough food to feed a village. So you can only imagine not only how much dinner I ate, but also dessert. Think red velvet birthday cake, plus fresh bakery donuts, Italian Easter bread, chocolate chip cookies… oh myyyyyyy. Sunday was good, Sunday was blessed.

Anyways, I’m beyond grateful that I had this weekend off of school. I’m even more grateful to have this coming weekend off as well. I am so happy with how everything played out.