You are raggedy and old, with well worn soles, holes in the side.
You are faded and scuffed and past your best.
But you have been literally around the world with me and I can’t imagine travelling without you.
The dunes in Dubai, the gardens in Hong Kong, the train to Chiang Mai, the 6 hour walking detour round Singapore. The Rocks in Sydney, the outdoor cinema in Melbourne, ALL the Botanic Gardens. The isolation of the Marlborough Sounds and the hustle of Auckland. Fiji. LA. San Francisco. Grand Canyon. Yosemite. Vegas. Nashville. The tiny doors self-tour in Atlanta. Boston, New York. Upstate New York.
The airports, the taxis, the hire cars, the boat, the bike, the buses. The pet sits.
Dammit, you are not just shoes.