I impulsively drove 5 hours down then 5 hours back home in the span of 30 hours for another tattoo, but it was so worth it because my trip went smoothly. I also decided to drive by my bf’s house while I was down there to make sure he wasn’t lying to me about being home. I feel creepy, but relieved after I saw his car outside because it turns out I had nothing to worry about and I was being paranoid for no good reason. I’m back at home safe and sound now, but it’s raining hard outside and probably won’t stop raining until later this week.