This one will probably not be published on the correct day because it is currently ten to twelve.
Or even the correct month, for that matter.
Anyway. The prompt.
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?
This one is even more depressing than yesterday’s.
For starters, my soft toys. That sounds pathetic and childish, but I have heaps of them, all with names and personalities. A lot of them are older than I am, and handmade, or were gifts from people who are no longer alive. They all mean a lot to me. And I may or may not still sleep with one of them nearly every night. Don’t judge. It helps me to sleep better, since I’ve always slept with soft toys. I would definitely want to take all of them with me, but since I didn’t, that’s really sad.
Another thing would be all of my ornaments. That’s another thing that I collect. Some of them are from overseas. Again, some are from people who are no longer alive, and those ones mean a lot to me. Some of them are handmade, either by me or people I know. And some of them are just so beautiful. I would be devastated if anything happened to them.
A third group of things would be the items in the locked drawer in my desk. These are letters and drawings and little mementos from people and events that really mean a lot to me.
I said yesterday that I would take all of the books that I could carry. That means I left some behind. I probably would have grabbed my favourite chapter books, meaning I would have left a whole load of other chapter books, all of the books from when I was little, my old school books, and the three personalized books that I have, along with a few other books that don’t fit into those categories.
This is making me so depressed.
Another thing would be my clothes. That would suck because a) you need clothes, b) I like my clothes a lot, and c) some are handmade.
Staying on the handmade train, I would have left behind a whole load of handmade things that people had spent hours on. Cross stitches, paintings, the random tiny flower quilt thingy that hangs on my wall. That kind of thing. Stuff that I have made, stuff that family members have made, and stuff that other professional people have made. That would be truly devastating.
Finally, I would lose so much stuff that has sentimental value to me. Things that I have already talked about, as well as things like my old Barbies and Polly Pockets, the paper dolls and peg people that my mum had when she was little and that I used to play with, everything in my desk… Basically, if my house burned down, I would feel like my life was over, because I will have lost everything of sentimental value to me, and I am a very sentimental person.
I am also a very tired person that needs to go to bed.