Day 193

Day one hundred ninety-three

May 13, 2013: I think more than anything else my home sickness is shown through my change in taste. It used to be I had a very professional, clean cut taste in fashion, style. I am finding more and more though that I love anything that is vaguely urbane or, for lack of a better word, hipster. I didn't used to feel this way. It used to be, ew, that guy has a pierced ear, weird hair, and is wearing skinny jeans. That look was simply unacceptable, despite the fact that half the men in Bend looked like that. Now a guy who looks like that my reaction is more like, huh, he's kind of cute.  And I used to like more normal styles for myself. I used to like the pixie cut, but never much for myself, now I can't wait and a part of me wants a really edgy but, with funky pointy bangs and everything. I just want to move to Buckhead. It looks like home in there.