Six months ago our neighbor's house burned down.
It was a complete shock, and fortunately no-one was hurt.
It was a Saturday afternoon and everyone (except me) was at home.
The neighbor's had a worker over, working on a small extension to their kitchen.
At noon Cinnamon man called me at the store, telling me there was smoke
coming from their house, but that the fire department was on the scene.
When I arrived home at two-thirty the whole house was ablaze.
Our house was engulfed in thick foul smelling dark gray smoke.
During the last few weeks they have finally cleared out all the rubble.
Except for wallets and laptops (which they grabbed on their way out),
and the clothes on their backs, our neighbor's lost everything in the fire.
This is something I have thought of many times since
but that I still can't really wrap my head around.
My cats are the first things I would save if there was a fire.
Then my handbag and laptop (though it's old and not worth anything).
But then what? Old letters and photos - that I never ever look at?
My dresses or boots - that can surely be replaced?
I look around my house and I see nothing of monetary value.
Most of my stuff and furniture are flee market finds. I also have some
craft supplies, textiles, old books and tons of cheap (purple) trinkets.
Yet every single item my gaze falls on has value to me.
Cinnamon man sometimes talks of us preparing a 'bug out bag'.
But how would I ever be able to make the distinction?
I have a feeling a bag like that should be something you can grab
in a second and run. So filling it with pots and porcelain,
all my favorite boots - and possibly that cherished side table
I got for nothing one of the last times I visited my best friend
in the hospice before she died - might not be the best idea...
I found a quote on one of my favorite inspirational interior decor blogs
FleaChic. I don't know anything about Norah Lofts, but I love this:
"Happiness cannot be commanded or bought,
but comfort can be. A place of one's own;
small, often valueless possessions which one has chosen
because they give one pleasure to see or to hold or to touch;
just salvage, perhaps, out of the shipwreck of one's
great bright fleet of dreams and plans."
If it came to it, what would you save, do you know?