Take another lookPenultimateFinal take? Boxes, chests, travelling trunks, cartons, suitcases……these containers for possessions, precious and plain, have been part of my family’s life and history for generations. They have traversed the world with us, and then some. For as long as I can remember, boxes/trunks/chests have been as integral to my living spaces as the kitchen sink. Unlike the kitchen sink, I love them.
On 20th June, the UNHCR asked us, the people of the world, to consider, as part of World Refugee Day, what one thing we would take with us, if we had one minute to flee our homes. http://unhcr.org/1family/ The question is difficult to answer, and, of course, there is no, single correct answer. I don’t know what one thing I would take. When we fled our home after the big earthquake in February 2011, I took my laptop, my mobile phone, my handbag, which happened to have cash, credit cards, passports and medications in it at the time, a bit of food, and a handful of clothing. And the keys to the house. ( I have heard it said that people fleeing will often take the keys to their house even though the house may have been lost; and/or the owners have no idea when they will be returning ) As you can see that’s more than one thing! But I had more than a minute to think about what to take 🙂 However, I will say that, out of all the things I took away with us that day, the one thing that turned out to be the most valuable was knowledge. The knowledge that boxes and belongings are non-essentials. When it really matters I know how to let them go.