Since Julie and I have been moving across the country for the last two weeks, we haven't really had a chance for much... vanity, I suppose. Camping, Motel6-ing, and driving 12+ hours everyday leaves a person somewhat disheveled. We did our best to stay clean, mind you, but as for monitoring my appearance, I sorta forgot about that. So here we are, at our new place (which is so cute and charming), and I'm looking into the mirror going, "Who is that??"
I have a beard! Granted, it's a little scrappy at this point, but it's no longer just scruff! And my eyes look older. And, I've grown a second head! Ok, so I lied about the 2nd head. But still, it's alarming to not recognize yourself. Has this ever happened to you?
Since I quit my job, it's a fairly regular occurrence. It happens in about 2-3 week cycles...hence why I shave infrequently. It usually goes something like this, "Yikes, I look horrible, why didn't someone tell me?" Then I shave and forget about myself again. Good fun. Glad you guys made it safely!
ReplyDeleteAnd you're not even going to post a picture of this scrap? I was scrolling slowly excited to see pics of those faces I've been missing fiercely...
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You're absolutely right. I guess I just decided to leave it up to the reader's imagination... I'll make sure to upload a picture soon.
ReplyDelete:) Miss you too