Monday, 25 October 2010

Postsecret... A Day Late

Firstly... apologies for the lateness of this blog, I know I said it would be a Sunday thing and usually it will, I just forgot this week. Anyway, as I write this I haven't even looked at this week's Postsecrets yet, so I'm going to look at them now, then write this blog properly.

Okay so I've read the Postsecrets. I wouldn't say that any of them are 'my' secret this week, but here's one that's quite topical.


So I never actually wished that my house would catch on fire, but I've often wondered what I would grab if it did. Back home, if I could have taken five things, I would have grabbed my pet rabbit, my signed Nerina things, my laptop, photos from the kitchen and the parrot. And my toy cat I've had since I was a baby. That's six but I can't sacrifice any of them. I really had to think about that. This is quite a topical secret for me, because as you may know, our flat caught fire last week. And the reality was that in the heat of the moment (excuse the pun) I didn't actually grab anything, even though two of the above were in my room. I think I trusted the fire door not to let the fire spread to my room. But I didn't even think. I didn't pause for long enough to even put shoes on. But I would never wish that my house would catch fire; even more so after experiencing a fire where I live.

Every week I will go through the Postsecret archives and find a secret that is 'my secret', and post it here. This is a secret from May 2008, which has been my secret for almost a year. It's been my secret since I started looking at University courses on UCAS. When I set my heart on a Creative Writing course, I began to worry about my future after I finish my degree. With a Business Studies degree, or Journalism, there's a future laid out on a platter in front of you. But with English Language and Communication and Creative Writing, I worry that I won't know where to turn after my degree. Once again this is a secret that didn't mean anything to me when it was posted, but now it really does. Back in those days I dreamt of being a surgeon, which is still in the back of my mind, but now my real dream is to be a writer. But it hardly works out for anyone... does it?

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