I finally overcame my fear of shoe stores in Korea. I
know, it’s silly and maybe a little unfair but I have this irrational
fear of shoe stores here. I picture walking into a store and asking to try
on a pair of cute shoes. After telling them my size I imagine they will look at
me in horror and tell me, in no uncertain terms, do they have shoes in such a
size. My shoe size… turns out I’m a little self conscious about it now, it’s
a new thing… anyway…
A few weekends ago, backed by the Waygook Team, I successfully
tried on and bought a new pair of shoes. And she didn’t even blink an eye when
I told her what size I wanted. Woot!
They are a beautiful new pair of shoes!
Converse.
Black.
High tops.
Crisp white shoelaces.
What more could a girl want in life from a pair of shoes?
And yet….
Today when I stood at the door about to put on my shoes to head down to my local coffee shop I had to pause and think. My old pair of
Converse were still sitting there.
I can only wear black socks with them because they have huge holes worn in the sides.
They have scuffmarks, grass stains, and coffee spilt on them numerous times.
I think the shoelaces were white… once upon a time.
And yet…
Here I sit in a coffee shop, surrounded by Koreans and their
shiny, clean, new shoes (look around next time you’re in Korea… they all wear
nice shoes) in my scuffy, dirty, old pair. And I'm happy with that.
Maybe I'm just a creature of habit. Maybe I just prefer what's broken in. Maybe sometimes, when I walk out the door, I need something familiar and comfortable close by. Even if it's just a pair of old shoes.