Shoes I love shoes. I’ve always loved shoes. I think it’s because of my mom. I remember going shoe shopping with her, something you had to do often if you want to find a good deal, when I was in high school. She told me that shoes would always fit, no matter what. Once your feet find a size, mine are an 8, they will be that size forever. As a young girl who wasn’t always happy with her body, this sounded like true love. I might not be able to wear little half shirts like my friends, but I could have great shoes. Once I got my first job working part time at Mc Donald’s, I started working on my shoe collection. Any spare money went to buy fashionable shoes that my father would inevitably end up hating. I imagined each shoe as an investment in the future, something I’d wear for years to come. That was before I came to Ukraine. Shoes here aren’t forever. They are more like tires. After a year, whether you bought the expensive ones or not, you are going to have to throw them out. I’ve already lost a pair of sneakers, a pair of Ukrainian winter boots, my plain black teaching shoes and a pair of flip flops, but this week I have to throw out my favorite black pumps. I bought them when I was a freshman in college because I loved the little black bow and the way the leather was gathered together to look like satin. I actually left them at home when I packed, but after only a month at site I asked my mom to mail them to me. I’ve done so much in those little shoes. I graduated from college, celebrated at many parties and even attended my friends funeral in those shoes. This semester, I began wearing them whenever I taught since I wore a hole in the soles of my practical black shoes. After a month of constant wear, the heel began to wobble. I started keeping them in my desk and changing at the beginning and end of every day. It was no use. I can’t trust them anymore. The last thing I need is for my heel to break off half way to school one day. I considered getting them repaired, but for a pair of shoes that originally cost only $17 I think they have had a good life. Besides, it’s time to open a new chapter in life, step into a new pair of shoes and leave the old ones on top of the garbage pile outside my apartment.
Shoes
Posted in: Life in General
Posted on December 2, 2010
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