{"id":4419,"date":"2009-11-19T00:34:44","date_gmt":"2009-11-19T04:34:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/?p=4419"},"modified":"2016-10-11T04:48:04","modified_gmt":"2016-10-11T04:48:04","slug":"theres-no-place-like-home-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/2009\/11\/theres-no-place-like-home-2\/","title":{"rendered":"There&#8217;s No Place Like Home"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Even at Dallas International Airport. Meet my new shoes!<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" title=\"*sparkle*\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/11\/p_802_602_D3CF35C0-5400-4A87-A0C5-514D429624D0-320x425.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"320\" height=\"425\" class=\"imgborder\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I call them home, as I will likely wear them nearly every day, until I wear holes through them, and then I&#8217;ll wear them a few months more as stones and cold fall through them, just like the last pair I travelled and snuggled through. Its hard to let go of old friends, but these ones made the transition a little easier.<\/p>\n<p>I found them peeking out of a shelf, sparkling shyly at me with every sequin they could muster through the denim blue, and on their very last sale, at a store of ill repute. But I saw their beauty. A pair that fitted me with precise comfort and charm. Kismet. As I slipped them on for size they whispered that if I whisked them away from the certain hell of being shoved in the back of someone&#8217;s shoe closet, they would promise to introduce me to sparkly interesting people, light up the gloomy moments and perhaps even introduce me to someone unforgettably amazing. Yes! I squeaked, as I motioned over to the cashier with my prize and the last few bucks in my wallet. &#8220;I would give up sushi for these shoes,&#8221; I thought, but luckily I didn&#8217;t have to.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Even at Dallas International Airport. Meet my new shoes! I call them home, as I will likely wear them nearly every day, until I wear holes through them, and then I&#8217;ll wear them a few months more as stones and cold fall through them, just like the last pair I travelled and snuggled through. Its [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[408,213],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4419","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-diary","category-food-for-thought"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4419","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4419"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4419\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4419"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4419"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4419"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}