The difference between a good hair cut and a bad one is two weeks

I'm down to one week left at home before orientation. I've been pretty productive, but pretty stressed.

I've been not wanting to get a hair cut because I don't have a lot of money, but after encouragement from Nadia I decided that it might be my last one for a while, so I might as well go for it. While the lady was washing my hair, I was taking in these wonderful floral and fruit essence smells. In her husky Russian accent she said, 'Smell nice, right?' I agreed and drew in a long breath through my nose to relax and savor the scent at the same fated moment that she leaned over my face to thoroughly scrub the other side of my head. I think she forgot to put on deodorant before leaving the house.

Once back in the chair, she asked me, 'Vaht you vant?'  so I started to explain. Slight bangs with angle, long layers, about 1 inch off. Ten minutes later, I was re-living 5th grade with short cow-licked bangs and hair about 3 inches shorter. 'Dis is better, dis is how it should be' she said. 'Look nice.' I am going to trust her.

Today I've been contemplating getting my suitcase down from the attic. Maybe I'll pretend pack tomorrow and see how one year fits into a bag.