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So I bought a new pair of shoes. I suppose new would be the wrong adjective to use though. They may be new to me, but they are not new. I picked them up at a second hand store for the low price of three pounds. See, I needed a pair of shoes that stay on my feet properly and do not give me blisters and i've been trying to save money so i did not want to spend much money on shoes. Also, to be perfectly honest, I hate new shoes. I hate that they are all clean and stiff. I hate that you have to wear them awhile for your toes to feel just right in them. I tend to just steal my sister's old shoes.
But all this to say i preferred buying a pair of old shoes. And old these shoes appear. They are new balance and mustard yellow with black shoe laces. They appear to be worn the proper amount of time to be broken in. I'm guessing the indivdual before me had a lean to the left for when i put them on that is where i felt myself going. I think they will do.
While on the subject of shoes I would just like to say how much I enjoy looking at people's shoes. I always have the hardest time finding shoes that i think are nice and yet everyday i see multitudes of people with cool shoes on. Where are they getting them all? I think you can tell a lot about a person's shoes. In fact shoes are one of the first things i look at on a person. Since i myself like old beat up shoes I admire old beat up shoes on other people. Perhaps I just have this silly obsession with old shoes, but to me silly old shoes stir the imagination. Take for instance my "new" silly old shoes. Where have they been? I have simply no idea. For all i know these shoes could have been so many more places than i have been or will ever get to go. In my accidental hour long tube ride today i entertained myself by imagining where my shoes have been. It's a frightfully long story though and only exciting to the owner, so i will spare you the details.

Alright, enough about my shoes though...

I am done with my internship. Breath a sigh of relief and cry a farewell tear. So i have had these days free to wander around the city and do my usual thing of getting accidently lost. I love getting accidently lost when i have free time because i see so many things i wouldn't see if i had been in the right place.
Today i went and sat in the cathedral on Brompton Road. I sat there for about an hour contemplating. There i was in a magnificant space with the smell of incense around me. I tried so hard to clear my head and just exist. If there was any space for doing so wasn't it there in the house of God? In the presence of God don't all our worries and fears melt away? The mistake is being made when I thought that the presence of God was in a church. I expected to come into the presence of God just as easily as I had walked into the cathedral. The presence of God can be felt anywhere...it's not in the space, it is in the attitude.