My hair – and I know I’m not alone in this – is very moody. It chooses when and where to behave. The rest of the time? It does what it wants, and I swear it laughs at me. Not in a nice way, either.
I have some tricks. I know what products help my hair. I know avoiding humidity makes a big difference. I know that letting my hair air dry works better than drying it most of the time. Oh, and I’ve figured out that when my hair is longer, it tends to behave more.
Pregnancy was the best thing ever for my hair, but I’m not desperate enough to have more children just so I have periods of good hair.
The water I use to wash my hair makes a huge difference, too. I never really thought about it through college and beyond. I lived in Chicago, and all was well (no anti-pun intended). Even when I bought my first house in the suburbs, things were still fine. I simply and naively assumed that good hair was my right.
Then I moved out of the boundaries of Lake Michigan water. I lived where towns had to drill their own wells to provide water. Wow, what a difference that made. Even with a water softener, my hair was not happy. I learned to cope and to make adjustments, but I judged the places I traveled by my hair. If I was somewhere that my hair liked, I knew it was due mostly to the water. I lived for those days.
When we decided to move, one of the things I was most looking forward to was moving back into Cook County. I’d done research, you see, about the water in Illinois and how it was provided. Lake Michigan water was accorded to towns in Cook County but not beyond – or so I recalled. While some houses we looked at had private well and septic, the majority were provided by the community.
Silly me, I thought all my problems were solved. It wasn’t until this past Wednesday that I had the truth rudely knocked into me. I’m not moving where the water comes from Lake Michigan. I did poor research. As hard as it was to leave this house that I love and the neighbors I adore and my neighborhood and everything about it, I was looking forward to day after day of good hair.
So the next time you see me, know that my hair is just playing a cruel trick and laughing at me. Because it’s pretty bitter that we won’t have Lake Michigan water, too.