Barbarian Shop

I just got my final haircut before college. My haircut lady (Ann) finished her work and removed that weird gown thing, and I was overcome with a strange realization. I was leaving. Leaving that place was more difficult than most of my goodbyes with my friends have been. I realized that this lady has seen me grow up more than any one of my friends. She has been there for me longer than any of them too. It was so strange how something and someone and some place that I so seldom think of has been so meaningful to me.

Women came in for walk-ins. They just wanted quick trims. I couldn't help but think, "This isn't your territory. This is my home." This place is home. And now I'm leaving. And I have to find a new home.