I have a brand new pearly white pair of tennis shoes (or walking shoes or whatever they are) in my closet. I never wear them. I prefer the old pair, which look terrible but are so comfortable. They fit me perfectly and I slip into and out of them so easily.
I think maybe this is how I will feel about this world when I have slipped out of it, soaring around in my pearly white afterlife, but longing for my old world, which looked so terrible but was really so so comfortable.