Moving from home means losing your infrastructure
Moving thousands of miles from home involves more than selling everything you own and buying it again months later at Goodwill. Your entire infrastructure dissolves – doctors, dentists, the car guy who won’t rip you off, and your hairdresser.
I’ve had three haircuts (or is it four?) since we moved, including an overzealous stylist who took a bit of my ear with the hair. These were big box salons, the ones who peg you as “A Number Five”. The type of place where you never have the same stylist twice.
The other day, I needed a haircut and decided to gamble on a salon near my local grocery store. It couldn’t be worse, yeah?
I opened the door. When I regained consciousness from the fumes of permanents and medieval hair tortures, I gave my name to Flora.
I love Flora. When I told her “don’t be afraid to go short” with my already short hair, she didn’t question it or nibble off an eighth of an inch, but enthusiastically said, “Now you’re talking!” and got to work.
It was the best haircut ever.
My infrastructure is slowly rebuilding. Thank you, Flora.