White socks

I am not going to talk about baseball. I am going to talk about a symbolic item in my life which is slowly disappearing. So slowly that I haven’t noticed it before December 2015.

White socks were in my life for more than 12 years, probably a bit longer. My mother did not go with my brother and I to buy clothes so most of my clothes are bought in US when we were visiting our dad. Now I am realising that those white socks were the most constant when it comes to clothes. I could rely that on my white socks because I always had more than I needed. Now I don’t have enough of them. It feels weird.