i’m not so attached to material things, as I am to memories

young woman with long dark hair sits in window smiling wearing jean jacket, jeans and brown boots

What would I grab if my house was on fire? Oh boy! This is a situation I hope I will never have to experience, but if I did, there are definitely some high priority items.

First and foremost, I would definitely run into a burning building if it meant I would save my two tuxedo cats Oreo and Josie. They are my furry children and life would not be the same without them. I mean, who else would be there to wake me up at 4 o’clock in the morning when I’m trying to sleep? However, these kitties are not your average Joes. I would like to think that if my house caught fire they would be able to use their awesome feline prowess, jump out a window, land on all fours and retrieve some good-looking firefighter who could put out the fire … and possibly cook a romantic dinner when the job is done. 

So in this case, my cats would be safe, so I would spend all my energy toward saving my instruments instead. This would be a difficult task considering I would have to carry a guitar, piano and a couple of amps down a winding staircase while avoiding flames and falling debris. Dangerous … but doable … and definitely worth it. Just think about the inspiration for songwriting I would gain from this epic feat! “I fell into a burning ring of fire!” … no wait, that’s been done … “We didn’t start the fire, no we didn’t light it but we’re trying to fight it.” Dang, that’s been done too. Oh well, back to the drawing board. 

The drawing board! The last thing I would grab would have to be all my life’s written work. I’m not so attached to material things, as I am to memories. Growing up I have made an effort to write about all my favourite moments in life, attaching drawings, photos and letters. Hopefully my journals and big box of memories would not have already gone up in flames as this would be a completely devastating loss for me. To recuperate from any losses in my life I have always turned to ice cream, so before exiting my house for the final time I would run to the freezer and grab as many tubs that my arms could carry.

 – Katherine, student, musician, writer, adventurer, change maker >> learn more