the short wanderer

I've been meaning to write something for the past week; more like, have been looking for motivation to write, or sometimes, inspiration to note something down. When one is there but not the other, it can be quite challenging to get my head around things I want to express or just to get my fingers tapping on this full-of-germ keyboard of mine (oh sorry I just found out that desktop keyboard has hundreds of times more bacteria than the toilet seat - erk what a gross way to start my entry) Alright then, let me start this post with a story of 'The White Shoe' and we'll see where this will end up going because I don't really have a clue what this is gonna be about either lol (I'm writing today because I just feel like doing it huehue) I think it was somewhere in October, when I went to a store in Camden with my sister and decided to get myself a new pair of shoes - because the one that I used to always wear was torn and not waterproof, and London was embraci