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.
Ha ha... serendipity, indeed. Perhaps it's a metaphor for something Greater which lies, now, within reach.
ReplyDeleteOf 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*...
Seems like the shoe staged a walk-out. It obviously never wanted to be in NH.
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