Walking the three blocks to work today, I looked down at my shoes and thought of the mileage they’ve covered in the five years since I bought them.
The first time I really took a good look at my new shoes in serious pedestrian action was to see cobble stone walkways beneath them. I bought them just a few days before my trip to The Netherlands; they didn’t need any breaking in–Dansko’s are like that. That is why I’ve had four pair.
My morning walk brought to remembrance another moment in Holland when I walked passed a beautiful little house in the dreamy fishing village of Enkuisen. A sign in the window read, “te koop”. I asked my Dutch friend, Barbara, to translate. She said, “For Sale.” I stopped. And stared.
That was back in the day of finding myself.
As I stood in front of that house I wasn’t calculating my bank account to see if I could afford it, but I was seriously considering the idea of living in that foreign country indefinitely. I wasn’t just pondering the possibility, I was actually picturing it happening.
But, like a practical woman might do, I decided being near my family was more important at the time.
I found myself after that. That is to say–I found myself doing and being many things I never thought I would do and be. I found myself remarried a year later. I found myself being an Army Wife. And now I find myself making plans to be a neighbor to the Dutchies by living in Heidelberg, Germany. At the end of this month, My Al will be going full-time Army National Guard for the first time in his military career, as a Chaplain’s Assistant.
The “te koop” memory has been replaying in my head all day. How strange life can be. Call it ironic, call it the power of love for a country (My Al has always wanted to go), call it the law of attraction, call it a happenstance, call it a blessing, or…whatever.
I call it Magic of the Dansko’s!
By the end of May/first of June, the Dansko’s will be covering European soil once again. This time they (and we) will call that “home”.