Thursday, October 20, 2011


When I moved into this apartment two years ago, I unpacked my boxes and was left with one shoe out of a pair. I am not a shoe collector, so I have two pairs of winter shoes and two pairs of summer sneakers. This was  my favorite pair of black comfy winter shoes and I looked everywhere for it. It drove me nutty! This apartment is small. There aren't that many places it could be.

As I was packing up to leave, I came across this solitary shoe. I set it aside, planning to throw it away rather than waste space packing it. Then I pulled an empty box down from the top shelf in my closet. Something rattled around inside.

The other shoe! Reunited after two long years.


  1. Ha ha... serendipity, indeed. Perhaps it's a metaphor for something Greater which lies, now, within reach.

    Of course, this could all be rubbish and you may well lose another "half of something" in this move too.

    Though a tendency to lose half of anything could, in itself, be symbolic of *something else*...

  2. Seems like the shoe staged a walk-out. It obviously never wanted to be in NH.