It’s a case of simple avoidance. I just don’t want to say goodbye.
These shoes have been with me a long, long time. Knowing that sneakers ought to be replaced every five hundred miles (roughly three to six months), I am far too embarrassed to tell you how long I’ve had these. Let’s just say that it was during a prior Presidential administration and leave it at that.
We’ve been through a lot, these shoes and I. Tread many, many miles together. I’ve known for quite a while that I needed to replace them. It was on today’s walk, however, that I decided it was high time to make the commitment.
Like moving three thousand away from family and friends. And the life we’d known. If I don’t commit to creating a new life here, then we’ll just be visitors. And that’s no way to live. Really live.