**(Wish there was a sixth slot because I'd really want to take my purse...)**

Pfft, it's understood you'd be slinging it round your shoulder/shoving it in your pocket while grabbing up the paper journals!

1. A box of old photos in the study (Southeast, front of the house)
2. A few Buddhist statues from upstairs (Northwest, back of the house)
3. Some cookware that belonged to my great grandmother from the kitchen (Southwest, back of the house)
4. A doll that belonged my great aunt in my bedroom closet along with Grandmother's knife (Middle of the house, more or less)
5. After transversing the house four times in a frantic race against burning timbers, assuming I had not already burned to death, the nearest pair of pants

1. My handbag.
2. A marble statue of the Three Graces that belonged to my grandfather.
3. My mother's tapestries.

That's it. Everything else is replaceable. :)

This reminds me of a story, supposedly true, of a US foreign contractor and his family who had to be suddenly evacuated in a before-the-coup airlift; they were told they had one night to pack all their bags, and would be allocated 600 pounds, period. The parents and two teens spent the night weighing favorite possessions and arguing with each other over which was more important, the books or the Gucci boots. When the military escort came to pick them up, they looked at all the luggage and said, Stupid Americans!! 600 pounds for you AND your luggage! Suddenly, it became very easy for the family to decide what to take.....