"Don't you want a haircut?" Tanya asks.
“No, I'd love a haircut,” I tell him. “But not a bob. I want to try something totally new.”
Thirty
Paris
It takes about thirteen hours and six time zones for me to freak out.
It happens when I bump into the arrivals hall of Charles de Gaulle airport. All around me, other passengers are greeted with hugging family members or drivers holding signs. I am not being received by anyone. Nobody is waiting for me. Nobody is looking out for me. I know I have people in the world who love me, but in this moment, I have never felt so alone. I feel the flashing sign click above my head, the one that used to read TOURIST. Only now it also says WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
I tighten the straps of my backpack around my chest, as if they could hug me. I take a deep brea
