So, within the next few hours my hair that I've been growing for a year and a half or so will be gone. Shortened. I don't know about that, my hair has been a part of me for so long. (ha, long)
I imagine it will be out of this world to not have my hair blowing in the wind anymore, getting frizzy when it rains.
It means that I'm that much closer to going to Mexico, and that much closer to Cambodia.
It means that I won't get called a lady anymore by people in stores. (Blech, Starbucks)
It means that I won't be quite so memorable to waitresses at North Bank.
I think that it's good, but it still terrifies me.
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