I’ve finally decided to take the next big step in ex-pat living. It’s been a year and a half exactly (tomorrow) since I moved to Australia and so I do think it is about time.

I’m going to an Australian hairdresser. Well, technically he’s English- but he has a salon in Australia (Stevie English) and that’s what matters. You see, for the last 18 months I’ve managed to put off getting my hair done until each of my visits home to California. I always had two things going for me… one being the fact that I go home roughly every 3 months and the second being the fact that my hair is light enough that I can wait 3 months to get it done without having 3 inch black roots/regrowth. But seeing as how I may not be going home until the end of May- I really didn’t think I should wait 5 months to do my hair. So I’m taking the leap.

This is big for 3 reasons:

1. I don’t like going to people who I don’t know/trust to do my hair. I’ve been going to the same girl for years and I don’t like change. Luckily, I’m going to the husband of a friend- so it’s not some random stranger, that puts me at ease 🙂

2. I have a wedding to go to on Saturday so if it turns out cruddy, I’ll be hideous in all the photos. I’m sure it will be fine though, in fact I would put money that Andrew won’t even notice I got it done.

3. The salon is in Glebe. For most of you, that means nothing- but for me, it means I need to drive over the bridge to get there. Now, I could just take a bus to the city and then another bus to glebe and then walk a ways and then do it all again to get home. OR, I could just suck it up and drive across the bridge for the first time in my life. My driving has been limited to the north side of the bridge up until this point and since I am being brave and trying new things- I’m just gonna go for it! (By the way… this means I will be reaching another of my 101 goals. #92- drive myself in the city or to and from the airport). YAY

But I think I lshould eave 1 1/2 hours early (it’s 25 minutes away) to allow for traffic, getting lost, missing turns and having to drive around 5 blocks to find my way back to where I want to go, road rage, panic, and parking.

Wish me luck.

7 thoughts on “The Next Step”

  1. Oh, I feel your anguish! I’ve had the same hairdresser for 36 years…my MOM! That’s her biz, and she’s great at it. No one else has ever cut/color my hair, and so far, I’ve evaded having to take the chance. It terrifies me cause my hair is very long…like closer to my waist than to my shoulders long. Any color or cut mishaps would leave me with many, many months of growth to correct. Anyway, I wish you much luck! I’m sure everything will be just fine…getting there, the color, all of it.

  2. Girl, get yourself a GPS. That could ease the stress of driving in Sydney, at least someone will tell you where and when to turn. The city is so hard to navigate…

  3. oh… and a look at his price list reminded me of the heart attacks I used to have when trying to find a Sydney hair salons…

  4. MC- i got a GPS and my aussie maps for it came in the mail TODAY! WOOHOO. all set now, let’s hope it works for me today 🙂

    And the price list… yeah- back home I could get a partial head of foils, cut, wash, blowdry and flat iron for the price of what I’ll pay for JUST the foils today. Takes some getting used to that blowdries don’t come with the color in this country! Oh well I can come home and dry and straighten it 🙂

  5. as a person who has moved around a lot and always had to find the new hairdresser, i feel your pain!! it’s the worst! but think about what ease you will feel when it works out just perfectly.

    the driving thing is a whole ‘nother fear i’m familiar with. i can only imagine how difficult navigating the other side must be.

    BEST OF LUCK! POST PHOTOS – just don’t take them while you’re driving!!

  6. Good luck! I wouldn’t dare drive here as I am still getting used to being a pedestrian. For example I recently had an unfortunate j-walking ‘incident’ in which I looked the wrong way and was almost halfway across the road when, to my surprise and horror, I heard blaring car horns…. realizing my mistake I made a very hasty retreat back to the curb. The worst part was the whole thing was witnessed by two smirking police officers who questioned me as to my level of alcohol consumption (nada- I, embarrassingly, was totally stone cold sober) and then insisted on giving me a lesson in “waiting for the little green man to light up.” They then proceeded to escort me across the street when the man lit up. I was mortified!

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