Comfortable Shoes

Over the weekend, my husband and I, along with my parents went down to Kansas City to look at houses. We stayed on the Plaza (for those familiar with the area) so we would be within walking distance of the fun stuff. I also chose the Plaza to warm my mom up to the idea that it really is a nice place to live.

It was 96 degrees as we were looking at houses on Saturday. Houses that have been sitting empty for months as the owners had already relocated. Stifling heat in houses with no movement inside. Fun times. By the time we got done with our 12 house marathon we decided to walk to dinner.

We sat outside in the heat and I ordered a Mojito. I drifted away from the table discussion and into my own world.  I think too much. I think about getting older, I think about dying, I think about moving away from everyone and everything I've ever known. And then I started to panic. Why are we moving? Wouldn't it just be easier to find a new job? But what about the adventure of relocating? Trying something different. Have I become too comfortable? Is it time to change? Oh, how I have waffled back and forth on this relocation idea for months and months.

I noticed a group of older women (I'd say mid- to late 60s) walk by. They were all wearing comfortable shoes. I looked at my own shoes; heels. I prefer to wear heels.  It occured to me that maybe comfort was for later in life and that for now, I need to shake things up and try something uncomfortable.