Ramblings
Last night was another extremely rough one, but I'm not going to go into it.
Instead, I'm going to write about this thought that's been plaguing me.
When I got to school about an hour ago, I looked down at my shoes and realized that they didn't match what I'm wearing at all (they're copper sandals I bought on clearance at Target several years ago... and I'm wearing a sweater with silver trim...not that that's relevant in the least), but I wore them out of sentimental attachment. I'm proud of these shoes, and not because they're cute. Actually, they're pretty ugly. But I love these shoes because of what they represent.
They've roamed the streets of New York City. They've been through the Met and to the top of the Empire State Building. They've navigated (adequately for their particular style) slick rocks along the Washington coast and been adorned on my feet while I watched an orca pod feed. They've been across the Atlantic and traveled the ancient bricks of the Colosseum and the dirt roads of small Italian towns.
My shoes have been through a lot, and I'm very proud of them that they've lasted as long as they have. Somehow, I'm equally amazed that they've been to all of these foreign places as I have. Something about an object's travels just seems so much more...tangible. Maybe even more significant. I'm probably not making much sense...I'm a walking zombie today.
Instead, I'm going to write about this thought that's been plaguing me.
When I got to school about an hour ago, I looked down at my shoes and realized that they didn't match what I'm wearing at all (they're copper sandals I bought on clearance at Target several years ago... and I'm wearing a sweater with silver trim...not that that's relevant in the least), but I wore them out of sentimental attachment. I'm proud of these shoes, and not because they're cute. Actually, they're pretty ugly. But I love these shoes because of what they represent.
They've roamed the streets of New York City. They've been through the Met and to the top of the Empire State Building. They've navigated (adequately for their particular style) slick rocks along the Washington coast and been adorned on my feet while I watched an orca pod feed. They've been across the Atlantic and traveled the ancient bricks of the Colosseum and the dirt roads of small Italian towns.
My shoes have been through a lot, and I'm very proud of them that they've lasted as long as they have. Somehow, I'm equally amazed that they've been to all of these foreign places as I have. Something about an object's travels just seems so much more...tangible. Maybe even more significant. I'm probably not making much sense...I'm a walking zombie today.