goodbye

 Last night I went to have my eyebrows waxed (as I do),but not because I needed it, rather because it was my hairdresser Jayme's last day of work.  She is quitting to go back to school.  I've gone to her since I moved to Gainesville like 7 years ago.  This is worse than breaking up with a lover.  She has seen me through it all--- wedding color, blonde, purple, bangs, long to short, to brown, to highlights to no highlights to my current (somewhat distinct) hairstyle. 

I feel grief and do not know where to turn.  I don't want to trust anyone else. I don't want to tell anyone else my life story. 

Ohhh Jayme, come back to me!