Preacher's Daughter

My tour of the South has taken a very personal, introspective turn. Up until Chapel Hill, I was immersed in exploring my surroundings and absorbing as much history as possible. The theme of my time here, however, appears to be self-reflection and "growing up."


Yesterday began with a visit to the UNC Chapel Hill Planetarium and the purchase of glow in the dark stars, which I fully intend to decorate the ceiling of my future bedroom with in Delhi. Next came a visit to the goat pastures at the outskirts of Fearrington Village. The goats were so happy to see us, especially with our hands full of Cheerios!

Goats (though the one in the foreground looked a lot like a pig or miniature cow...)!

After visiting the goats, I made a very "grown up" decision to walk into Tar Heel Tattoo. The shop owner didn't make fun of me for asking silly questions. In fact, he warned the rest of the people in the shop to be careful of librarians; they are like "preacher's daughters who really know how to have a good time." The bottom line is that the shop and the artists exuded a great vibe. So after years of thoughtful consideration and my friend researching tattoo shops in Chapel Hill, I jumped on the opportunity and I got a tattoo of a heart behind my left ear (from a tattoo artist named Meghan, to boot!).

This was such an exciting process that my friend was squeezing my hand harder than I was squeezing hers!

My heart tapped me on the shoulder and whispered in my ear...

Since I thought getting a tattoo might be like going to the doctor and getting a shot, I thought I would do as I did when I was younger, after getting shots, and get some ice cream.We relaxed on the porch, eating our ice cream, rocking in our rocking chairs, and watching the corn stalks sway back and forth. Perfection.

DU friend and her boyfriend enjoying some ice cream near Clown Willie and his balloon creations.

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Listen along:
Star Struck One - Smoking Popes
Only the Good Die Young - Billy Joel