One of the things you give up as a perpetual traveler is comfortably familiar places: The corner cafe where you can settle in with a book; your favorite place to take a walk; or that great restaurant where you know exactly what you’re going to order before you arrive. The old tried and true just doesn’t exist for someone who’s changing zip codes once or twice a week. Normally that’s a good thing. But not always.
Does anyone want to place a wager on whether “John” here has any idea how to cut hair?





















