I really do.
My chucks are worn. My chucks are beat up. My chucks have seen better days. But these are my chucks. My chucks have character, my chucks have soul, and my chucks have stories to tell.
They have been to top of the Eiffel Tower. They have walked the streets of La Ramblas without missing a beat. They have skipped along the ancient ball court of Chichen Itza. They have trekked 1.1 mile across the Brooklyn Bridge. They have danced for 3 days and 3 nights straight at the Coachella Valley music festival in Indio, California. They have stood in line for 20 mins, waiting to get the best smoked meat sandwich in the world at Schwartz in Montreal. They have spent countless hours wandering and getting lost in the streets of Toronto. And that, is just the tip of the iceberg.
The time to let them go is coming near and I'm having a hard time dealing with that.
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