When you are currently an official B-U-M, you don’t have any choice but to go back home and be in that place where everything has started…And yes, this also includes blogging and suddenly comes up with a lot of ideas to write about. Waaah!!! But for me, it was actually a good time to see those old old shoes I almost forgot I had.
Seeing these pairs (again) made me remember the old times.
Old school.
Old stuff.
I laughed remembering the funny old times I shared with these shoes. I felt the dramas of the past. But all of these are now way beyond the life I have been and the life I have now. I admired that simple girl who used to wear these shoes. That girl who never stops dreaming, wishing, praying. That girl who still has the same simple ambitions in life. That girl who never fails to look back, because this is how I created my shoe story. I did not try to wear those old shoes again. Some were really old and rusty. Some I couldn’t even recognize anymore. Some I know have its own story now… but it’s nice to recognize that these shoes helped me create a beautiful life.
A fabulous shoe story I will never stop writing.
‘Til we meet again, old shoes! :) :)
