It's the Little Things
It had to happen. After all, it's been exactly 4 months.
My hair desperately needed to be cut.
But I was scared!
I'm not exaggerating when I say that every time I got my hair cut in the year and a half leading up to our move to France I would start panicing and think, "How will I ever do this in French?" But I couldn't put it off any longer. So Wednesday, with Jordan by my side for moral support, I walked into a salon down the street and requested an appointment.
Thursday Jordan did not join me for moral support, but with my French and the woman's kind patience, along with a little help from a Pinterest photo, I successfully received my first French haircut. What a relief!
I can't say I love my new haircut, but it was a positive experience nonetheless. At least the woman didn't cut all of my hair off! I believe I will return to that salon (especially since they give a discount for people 25 years and under :).
My hair desperately needed to be cut.
But I was scared!
I'm not exaggerating when I say that every time I got my hair cut in the year and a half leading up to our move to France I would start panicing and think, "How will I ever do this in French?" But I couldn't put it off any longer. So Wednesday, with Jordan by my side for moral support, I walked into a salon down the street and requested an appointment.
Thursday Jordan did not join me for moral support, but with my French and the woman's kind patience, along with a little help from a Pinterest photo, I successfully received my first French haircut. What a relief!
I can't say I love my new haircut, but it was a positive experience nonetheless. At least the woman didn't cut all of my hair off! I believe I will return to that salon (especially since they give a discount for people 25 years and under :).
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