I got new Chacos. It was past time. My previous pair had been consistently worn for 8 years. That’s right, 8 years. Although still looking fit from the top, the soles of the shoes were completely exhausted. If they ever got a hint of water on them, they instantly became a slip and slide, which I was not happy to be sporting. It was time for new ones, and with a 7 year anniversary with an excuse to splurge, we bought the new pair, which you can see on my right foot (cute aren’t they?!). With new ones on foot, I asked Thomas, “What should I do with my old ones?” It wasn’t like they were in great condition, like the ones a friend from college gave us because her husband’s arch was disagreeable to Chacos. Thomas wore them for a bit and quickly realized they were a tad too small for his foot and didn’t fit right. We then passed them along to our brother-in-law, who seems well suited for them. Mine are not like that; mine are worn. And although sufficiently broken in, I can’t stand the thought of just shipping them to Goodwill. These shoes have a history, 8 years worth to be exact. They’ve taken me many places. They spent time in the Pacific, Atlantic, and the Gulf. They’ve gone up Diamond Head and down Fall Creek Falls. They’ve been dressed up and dressed down. They kayaked down rivers, rappelled down cliffs. I’ve taught in them, laughed in them, and I am sure even fought in them. They went on my honeymoon and on every vacation. Full of pregnant belly, they’ve carried me on errands. They’ve been to the fair, the grocery store, church, and home again. I know folks, they are just shoes, but they’ve really taken me places, with the pictures to prove it. They are worn, but worn well with memories. I know I have no need for them now that I have a safer, and cuter I might add, pair in my possession. But sent to Goodwill, they just get passed along to some stranger with no idea of the special things these shoes have done. I’m excited to see where the new ones will take me. Oh The Places they’ll go…..