Since I remember I always had a favourite pair of sneakers. I would wear them constantly, come rain or shine, for years – I wore them as good luck charm to exams, to concerts, to nights on the town, to excursions...
After 2-3 years of my “torture” they would just give in... Can’t say I blame them.
Their “magic” was the cosy feeling that overwhelmed me every time I put them on. I would put them on and felt like I arrived home. I never had that feeling regarding certain place before...
Until now.
We went on a weekend getaway and returned home after 3 days. The minute I unlocked the front doors and stepped into hallway, it felt like putting on a pair of favourite, old sneakers. I knew I finally arrived home... with or without sneakers on :)
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