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redheadedfemmePoppy Z. Brite's entry about fleeing New Orleans ahead of the hurricane and what she decided to take with her got me to thinking. What are the most important things in my life? What would I pick up if I only had a short time to grab what I could and run? This is what I came up with.
1. My cats (3). This might be a logistical nightmare, but I could not live with myself if I left my babies behind. I don't have enough pet carriers, so I'd probably have to stuff one in a cardboard box. I know Poppy felt sick about leaving her animals behind, and I know how she feels (although that's definitely an argument against getting so many animals). I'm of the opinion that if you choose to adopt an animal, you're just as responsible for it as if it was one of your kids, so I would simply not entertain the notion of abandoning them.
2. My important papers. Fortunately, they're all contained in one drawer, so all I would have to do is lift the drawer out and put it in the car.
3. My computer. If I had the time, I would take it apart and put it in a box; if not, I would just disconnect the mini-tower and run with that. Monitors and printers can be replaced; the stories and files on my hard drive cannot.
4. My collection of personal journals, more than ten years' worth. These, too, are kept in one place, and would fit in a box (or another drawer, for that matter). These are more than just scribbled pages; they're irreplacable snapshots of my life, in years past. Some of them I've re-read several times, trying to decipher how I felt back then, and when the changes took place that made me the person I am today. For the dedicated journaler, losing your journals is losing a chunk of your memory and life.
That's all I could come up with. Books, clothes and DVDs can be replaced. Other things cannot.
1. My cats (3). This might be a logistical nightmare, but I could not live with myself if I left my babies behind. I don't have enough pet carriers, so I'd probably have to stuff one in a cardboard box. I know Poppy felt sick about leaving her animals behind, and I know how she feels (although that's definitely an argument against getting so many animals). I'm of the opinion that if you choose to adopt an animal, you're just as responsible for it as if it was one of your kids, so I would simply not entertain the notion of abandoning them.
2. My important papers. Fortunately, they're all contained in one drawer, so all I would have to do is lift the drawer out and put it in the car.
3. My computer. If I had the time, I would take it apart and put it in a box; if not, I would just disconnect the mini-tower and run with that. Monitors and printers can be replaced; the stories and files on my hard drive cannot.
4. My collection of personal journals, more than ten years' worth. These, too, are kept in one place, and would fit in a box (or another drawer, for that matter). These are more than just scribbled pages; they're irreplacable snapshots of my life, in years past. Some of them I've re-read several times, trying to decipher how I felt back then, and when the changes took place that made me the person I am today. For the dedicated journaler, losing your journals is losing a chunk of your memory and life.
That's all I could come up with. Books, clothes and DVDs can be replaced. Other things cannot.
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Date: 9/26/05 01:19 pm (UTC)I'd also add the personal letters I've received over the years. I haven't kept all, but the ones I've kept are as precious to me as my paper journals.