Their last 7.7242 miles (life)

As you may or may not know, I have a special kind of love for my Converse. I feel like they are as close to a representation of who I am as I can get in a shoe. Don't get me wrong. I'm a big fan of the heels (the higher the better is my usual rule for those). But, for day to day use, I'm a low-top-Chuck-Taylors-in-black kind of girl.

Yesterday, I decided to take a little walk in LA. As often happens when I take a walk, I alternated between distracted (rediscovering the joys of on-the-phone-with-a-friend) and curious (what exactly is around that corner?). So, I kept walking. I have a nice little map of the area. Because I only had the intention of walking to the end of the block and somewhere I've already been, I left in it's little pile with my lists, digital camera, and book I'm reading.

In the end, I took a three hour walk to nowhere. I experienced my first round of culture shock when I realized it was eerily silent. Until this walk, I had no idea it is possible to walk on the sidewalk and not hear anyone talking at all.

It was good to really learn. I've been told no one walks in LA and now I can accept that fact. The only bad thing was that the Chucks did not make it home. After much too much time of excessive abuse in NYC and my classroom, my little walk through the streets of LA was their last. I will miss them.