My hair is longer now than it has ever been and I am now just beginning to learn things about it that I never knew before: it curls as it grows in a way that brings to mind the word "Greek," it refuses to be tamed some days, I don't know if I can name its color or if I've ever seen it before.
So many things I never knew about about a part of me I rarely ever thought about until I decided to make a deal with my mother. It was one of those early days soon after my arriving here when I realized that my hair was growing and I was still a little bit homesick. Somehow in the course of an email dialogue my mother and I both came to the following agreement: that from that day until the time I arrive back home neither of us would cut our hair.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Now it just seems like all I can see are the split ends and that life is almost always a bad hair day.
But even still, I don't regret it for a minute, this decision.
So many things I never knew about about a part of me I rarely ever thought about until I decided to make a deal with my mother. It was one of those early days soon after my arriving here when I realized that my hair was growing and I was still a little bit homesick. Somehow in the course of an email dialogue my mother and I both came to the following agreement: that from that day until the time I arrive back home neither of us would cut our hair.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Now it just seems like all I can see are the split ends and that life is almost always a bad hair day.
But even still, I don't regret it for a minute, this decision.
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