|Finding a Foothold|
Another random Theme of the Week. If there were some disaster and I had ten minutes to pack up the essentials and get out, what would I pack?
I don't know about anyone else, but I don't plan on sitting in a Red Cross tent with a duffel bag full of stuffed animals, computer gadgets, and photo albums. I tend to lean toward the practical. Of course, I have to make some assumptions here since you haven't told me where I'm going to be going or what disaster I'm fleeing from. So first, I would pack what I need to survive in case I find myself somewhere where no one will provide those things for me. Food and water, first of all. Tuna fish and ramen noodles probably, so that I can have high levels of of carbs and protein in a relatively compact package. Next, a couple changes of clothes and underwear, extra socks. My warm and cozy bathrobe if it will fit. Basic toiletries like a toothbrush and soap. Toilet paper if possible, which can double as kleenex. Also my purse, containing my ID info, phone, and whatever cash I might have. If I thought of it, I'd include my phone USB charger, though I'm not entirely sure that it would occur to me. Next, if there was still time, I would go for things of sentimental or entertainment value. I would grab my backup drive, which would be easier to carry than my whole computer and would save nearly all the photos and documents that are important to me. I would shove in a book or two, probably my favorite Bill Bryson travel novels, which are good escapism, funny, and I can read them again and again. And I would most definitely grab a pillow, just because I once met someone who had to evacuate to a shelter because of tornadoes, and a pillow was the thing she most regretted not having with her.
This is assuming that I didn't have anyone else depending on me. People keep talking about saving their spouses or siblings as though they're just laying there lifeless, waiting to be rescued. If were the case, I would simply die in the disaster, since there's no way I could carry two sisters, two dogs, and two cats to wherever I was going. But assuming my sisters were fully functional and in the same boat I was, I would certainly help with the animals.
When I think about it, I don't really have many items of sentimental value. There are things I would miss, of course. My computer, my books, my clothes. There's stuff I have in storage that I would never be able to get to in time, old stuffed animals and letters and journals. Of course, I didn't keep many stuffed animals, and my journals were always dreadfully boring. "Dear diary: Not much happened today. I got an A on my history test. Need to study for math tonight. Tried a new brand of chicken noodle soup, but it was gross. I think I'll switch back to the old one. I'm thinking about getting a haircut but I don't know what I want it to look like. Well, it's bedtime, better go." I don't think I'd miss much if I lost them.
This entry is really just a warmup. I'm going to try to get back into writing here again. I've got things I want to write about that don't really seem appropriate for my other diary, which is more about health, fitness, and self-reflection. I just need to get my brain in gear. I have this habit of writing really great entries in my head at about 10:00 in the morning when I'm at work, and then by the time I'm home and free of responsibility, I really just want to sit and stare at something. The TV. Facebook. An interestingly textured patch of wall. Whatever. I think I get why zombies are so "in" right now. They're very relatable.
Well, it's bedtime, better go.