Yesterday I had to save five things but obviously there is still a whole house full of stuff that I’d have had to leave behind.
Obviously the normal stuff like my computer, TV and a whole bunch of books. Piles of DVDs would be gone as would a whole bunch of other electronics and luxuries. All my clothes, bed sheets, the curtains I spent days looking for to make the front room look perfect. All of it.
None of that has any real kind of value over a monetary one. I can buy them all and have insurance that will help me out with replacing the bigger things.
There are smaller things of more a sentimental value then those of course like other photos that me and my OH have including ones from when both of us were kids and others from the early days of our relationship. My diary which I keep under my pillow in proper good old fashioned girly ritual, it doesn’t mean too much to me now but if I ever had lost my memory I guess I would be glad to have it over my mobile phone! Jewellery that I barely wear and never think about that actually mean a lot to me like stuff my gran left me when she died and the first necklace my OH brought me. He might not like to admit it but I have a whole box of love letters from him, well our relationship was long distance after all so at the beginning even though we had e-mail and text even back then, not quite as easily but still easy enough, there is nothing like a letter from the person you love.
As of yet I don’t think I’ve accumulated things that would mean enough to me that their loss would really truly upset me. The things I’ve just mentioned would be closest.
Then again there is always the thought that you don’t know what you’ve got till its gone and that would be the biggest part of it. Even though its materialistic the gadgets you have are what you are used too to the point that you can kid yourself into believing that they have wrapped themselves around your habits. So it’ll take a long time to get used to a whole new home full of them.
And of course that is the number one thing lost isn’t it? Our home. This isn’t just a house its our home, its where we have lived for a few years, its where our life is. You don’t really think about it but the big structure we’re sat in, the bricks and carpets and wallpaper and such would all be gone. It’ll probably be the thing I missed the most but its also the one thing you couldn’t save.
Actually now I feel sad. I don’t want my home to burn in a fire. Ever.