Week 14

After we looked at that website last night, with every possession out on the lawn I think possessions say a lot about a person. I'm looking around my room right now, and looking at everything I own. A whole room full of just possessions, which is in theory just stuff, things that essentially you don't need.
My best friend, Bryn Thomas, once asked me if I could save one thing in my house during a fire (having all pets, and family members safe) what would I save? I told her my car. Bryn said "No Grace, that's not in your house. What would you save in your house?" I had to think about that one of a second. It made me realize that all I have are really just things, that don't mean anything personal. I was about to say pictures, but I realized that all the pictures I want are now on Facebook, which in a sense takes away to the personal aspect of those to. I really didn't know, everything I own is pretty much replaceable. My clothes, although some expensive and some nice, can always be replaced. My books can always be bought again. And I'm not attached to any of my trinkets.
After debate, I decided I would save my stuffed animal Woofer. I've had the ugly little dog since I was 4, and to be quite honest, it's not all that cute. The tail is missing, and the eyes are all scratched up. But it's the one thing in my room you can tell has been loved for a long time.
A possession is just a possession, but really is more the quality and love you put into things you own then the quantity of stuff you possess.