You ever feel like life hands you a script, and you're just playing your part? Well, that was me—Diana, living the life my mom mapped out. Runway walks, posh living, and absolutely zero say in my own Californian story. Crazy, right?
My checklist for a fulfilling life was pretty standard - a dog, a cozy apartment, a car that doesn't hate the environment, a job that feels less like a cage, and, oh yes, fine arts. I was the runway puppet, chauffeured around in a car I never drove, and there was an unwarranted fear of me running over someone. Did I mention Mom's disdain for dogs? Yeah, I never got that either.
Then came this online ad, a whisper of freedom. Three hundred bucks, two bags, and a ticket later, I'm in London. Goodbye, golden cage; hello, spontaneous adventure.
Inkphoric became my refuge, a tattoo haven that felt like home. Who'd have thought a tattoo studio could be so much more than a job? In that buzzing ink-scented space, I found my tribe, my people. They became the family I never knew I needed.
And then there's Ryder, turning my world upside down. Love? Unexpected, but hey, life's a wild ride.
"Some things were meant to be marked on the skin."
This, my friend, is life off-script, and it's pretty darn exciting.
