bleaching room (metaphorically) / bleaching hair (literally)

 I have a few more days home before I pack up a van that will go to Toronto, and I will be on a flight. There is something weirdly fulfilling about slowly emptying my room.

Taking the lights and vines down,

removing the photos,

boxing trinkets, 

sorting through piles to stay, and piles to bring with me.

Every move I have ever made has been done in haste. There were the college moves, where I knew I was only so far from home and would be back frequently. Packing up the rooms after 9 months was always done in a stomach ached rushed because I would have to do it in 24 hours after my last exam. During COVID, I had 6 hours to pack everything from my dorm before the campus closed, then when home, I excitedly moved from my small room upstairs to the basement and was so excited to hustle my stuff into place.

But now I have time. I have to bring a lot of things, because the next time I'll be home will be Christmas, and when else will I have a van heading up to my apartment?

But I am slowly packing, enjoying the disassembly, picking each piece that is worth the space in my new home, and storing the rest carefully for when I return home in the undetermined amount of time. 

Right now, I am calling it therapeutic. When Thursday night hits, I am going to call it a cluster-fuck, but let me enjoy the calm for now.

And of course, because when chaos looms, I like to bring it closer myself, I decided to bleach my hair... kinda. Long story short, for 12 years I have been bleaching my pixie cut and dying it every colour and combo you could imagine. That's not an exaggeration, I have done every colour. 2 years ago, I decided to let my natural ginger grow out, which I loved.

But you take me, 2 am, and a box that is essentially a Sally's Beauty Supply with no supervision... of course I am going to do something reckless.

To be honest, it kinda works. I just did like a halo under my front bangs, so it kinda looks like a money piece- and I feel like both a bad ass and a cool emo. It works, I have no regrets.

Now I have to remember to pack that box of hair supplies.