Yesterday was a rare trip up to northern New Jersey on a Sunday. I went to get my hair color done, and a trim. The hairdresser asked if I wanted it shorter…which I never do, but they need to ask anyway. I always love how the end result comes out. In these past few months, I’ve only been using heat on my hair whenever I go to the hairdresser. All the other times in between I let it dry naturally. I only get my hair done once every few weeks, so it’s fine. I love having the straight hair look once again, if only for a couple days.
After the appointment, Andy and I had lunch in Hawthorne, then drove around the area. During my youth, my family would go shopping in Hawthorne. It was fun to reflect on the places I used to go to, and what places were no longer there. Being up in North Jersey always accompanies a twinge of wistfulness. A part of me always wishes that I lived closer to the northern area. For now, I cherish these times that we travel to the north NJ area.