Remember yesterday, when your home was on fire and you got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind?
I love my books. My husband, who is not much of a reader, does not understand my love for books. I’ve hated the times when I’ve thrown books into boxes and given them away to charity just because he was having a bad day over the books that I had in the garage, stored away from his sight. But these days, my books have slowly made their way back into the house, and to hell with what the husband thinks. So, in the event of the house burning down and I’ve somehow missed taking my books with me, they would be the first ones I’d miss the most. My Shakespeare, Jane Austen, World Collection of Poetry, and so much more.
I’d probably also miss the photo albums from my childhood and those of my life before I got married because my life was definitely more exciting than it is nowadays. I guess I’ve finally settled down, and now my friends can write down my home address with a pen, and no longer with a pencil. Back then, they called me the Gypsy because I moved around a lot. I partied a lot (If you’ve ever partied all the way from New York to Los Angeles, with a few shots in between both coasts – then you know what I mean). I traveled a lot. And my photo albums of those times are my only proof that once upon a time, I actually was pretty cool and pretty wild.
I’m also going to miss my little boy’s toys, because after a fire, while we’re all housed in some temporary place, I’d probably go crazy – and he will, too – without his Thomas the tank engine trains and everything else.