RIP my love

 

Last Thursday, I threw away "the travel shorts" - you know, the ones that you've known you should throw out for the last few months, but you keep wearing them, despite the hole in the bum and the fact that you have to use a hair tie to hold them up (or is that just me?). They were truly in tatters, and Amy kept begging me to throw them away, subtly pointing me in the direction of the new jean shorts aisle at many clothing markets.

 

But those shorts got me through a hell of a lot of traveling! I first bought them right before my drive across Canada, four years ago, where I believe I wore them daily. Since then, they were sported every summer and any time a hot destination was reached (since jean shorts and winter in cold countries like the UK and Japan don't tend to mix).

 

Since I arrived in Southeast Asia, these shorts have helped me through a lot - from my near-death experience in Boracay, to caving in Koh Lanta, to surviving the sketchy Indonesian boat trip, to partying in Samui, to beaching in Kuta, Lombok, they've seen it all.

 

By the end, though, the denim was so soft and thin, it felt like I could easily poke my finger through it, and the hole in the bum meant I always had to wear underwear (that's a JOKE! I almost always wear underwear). They were so overworn that I had to tie a hair elastic at the sides so that they didn't fall down when I walked (of course I could have gotten them sewn but they were just kind of beyond that point, you know?).

 

But I couldn't bring myself to do it until I bought a new top and realized that something had to go. I hadn't worn them in quite a while (since they're vaguely embarrassing), so I thought, ok shorts, it's your time. Now they sit at the bottom of a garbage bin in Siem Reap. Where they belong.

 

But they will always be in my heart. 

 

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