...I really should be packing/writing letters but...nope!
          ....oh brown boots. Where to start? I have loved you (a little too much, clearly) over our last year and a half together,  but now your time has unfortunately come and past. 
          You've had a good life.  You've been to Ohio and back more times than I can count, seen a lot of shitshow nights, sorority chapter meetings, cold winter days, and even some breezy summer nights as well.  You've traveled the world with me, met hundreds of interesting and amazing people, and been with me through literally my best and worst times of my life. Overall, I love you.  From the first time I set eyes on you that fateful Black Friday afternoon until your last 'shebang' in Grenoble last night, you have truly been one of my favorite and classic pairs of shoes I have ever owned.
          And, because of your loyalty and your persistence, I felt obligated to give you a proper burial.  Fret not, brown boots, you will most definitely not be spending eternity wasting away in a a landfill, or (even worse) the back of my closet back in Chicago. No, that simply would not respect the time we spent together. Instead, you will be reincarnated into a fabulous belt, as well as some crafty little friendship bracelets that (hopefully) will be cherished and loved by my friends as much as you were cherished by me in your first life.
         Your journey does not stop here, brown boots. You will continue to travel the world with these people, you will see great things, and you will live your life to the fullest. I will miss what you were, and I might even try to replace you (please don't be offended by this.... you can rest easy knowing that either way I will surely never love another the way I loved you), but I will always miss you.