My mom and I went to the sports store around Christmas. I needed new running shoes, and she was buying clothes. I saw an orange pair of Mizuno’s, a color I normally wouldn’t get because its impossible to match, but I wanted them. I got em and wandered around until my mom found me and we went to check out. When we got there, we realized we had both independently picked out the same pair of shoes. “What are we, orange girls now?” I laughed. I really liked them but didn’t wear them because they weren’t as comfortable as my blue Brooks.
But when I was back home recovering from surgery, those were the only gym shoes I had in Fremont so I started wearing them every day. They kind of drove me crazy because in secret, I loved the color but they weren’t comfortable and they didn’t match anything. But I wore them every day. And then one night. The strangest conversation. It was the kind of conversation you look back on and see that it was the one that opened things. He didn’t see me as a squirrel. He suddenly blurted out that I was a rabbit! And I remember standing there thinking, where the hell did that come from.