What would you run out of the house with if your house caught on fire?

I’ve thought about this in much detail many times, and it’s definitely changed a lot over the years. I used to be desperately concerned with a special Zac Efron-related plaque that hung in my room and a cardboard cutout of Justin Bieber that watched me sleep from the corner, but I’ve outgrown “needing” to keep those now.

If I’m being honest, most of my plans involving what to take in case of a fire include packing three bags I have in my room (two backpacks and one beach bag). This may seem ridiculous but I have a lot of things my selfish heart would NOT be down to part with. As well, what and how much I take is contingent on where the fire originates. The ideal location would be in the basement, because then I’ll have enough time to pack up my room before the fire reaches me. My parents ensuite window leads to a gazebo I can safely jump from, so I won’t need the front door to get out should the fire reach the main floor before I’ve finished packing.

If the fire starts in the basement, then everything I’d run out of the house with would be from my room. Two photo albums, my box of makeup (that stuff is so expensive there’s no way I could afford it all again), my Build-A-Bears Poe and Andy, my wallet, laptop (again these things are expensive), phone and headphones, my sunglasses because they were too expensive to let just get crisped up, a few choice items of clothing and pairs of shoes if time affords because why not, and probably my Rihanna CDs if there’s room.

If the fire starts on the first floor, Poe and Andy would be grabbed quickly if I was already in my room, and I would head to the basement and load up a few of my favourite movies from my collection before booking it outside. (As you can see, the ideal fire location is basement because then I get to keep more things hehe).

And yes, before you think I’m a horrible person I would make sure my family was aware of the fire before I started loading my things. If space affords it, I might even let them throw a few of their things in my bags too.



Hey there!

For what feels like my millionth attempt to start and keep a blog, I decided to tackle it a different way.

A few years ago my parents bought me the book 642 Things to Write About. I was eager to start it, but after writing only a few entries it sat in my drawer collecting dust.

I’ve been trying to think of a way to motivate myself to keep a blog this summer, and I thought what better way than to have a different topic given to me everyday.

So I pulled the book out of hiding and decided this blog will feature writings inspired by the ideas from the San Francisco Writers’ Grotto. (And maybe a bit more)