braiding my hair.
it's my nervous habit... sitting in a meeting habit.... staring at my computer screen habit... awkward conversation habit... movie watching habit.
i'll grab a small piece of hair - usually in the front, on the right side - and braid, braid, braid. then undo. grab a smaller section of hair and start all over, until i have the teeniest, tiniest sliver of a braid.
my mom would be so jealous.
my hair is longer now that it's ever been before.
i'm 29.75 and still, when i'm home visiting my parents, my mom will ask if will sit down in front of her so she can french braid my hair.
maybe for christmas, mom, i'll let you "put my hair in frenchies."
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