Cherished Item

If my house was burning on fire, and I could only save one thing from it, it would be my flute. Obviously, if such a thing did happen, I would grab as much as possible, but in this scenario, my one choice would be my flute. Although my flute is relatively new, I have grown to love it. I've always had a special connection with my musical instruments. For example, I also love my piano a lot, but obviously, it is a little too heavy for me to carry out. Since I was young, I've always loved music. My mom thought I would try to grow up to be a concert pianist, but that changed after I grew older, realizing that the reality of being a musician is actually really hard. You're either famous, in which case you make a lot of money, or you're not famous, in which case you'll be forced to switch jobs later. So now, I treat performing music as a hobby. But it's still more than a hobby to me. So about my flute. It is a silver flute, and it sounds absolutely wonderful, to me. I think I might actually be emotionally attached to my flute. Everytime I play it, I can feel a connection. It's like I'm singing the notes, but through my flute. I love playing my flute and playing classical pieces. Many people may say, 'you could always get another one!', but for me, this is not the case. The reason I chose my flute to be my 'cherished item' is because it is more than 'just a flute' to me. Sure, I can play well on other flutes, but with this particular flute, I feel more confident. This flute is going to accompany me through the rest of my life, probably. I could obviously replace it with a better one, but still, I think that each individual flute produces its own individual sense of sound.
As much as I love my flute, it is still a hard decision. If I could take other things with me, I would probably take my books (I can't bear to watch books burn in fire, especially my collection of classics and my big, fat The Complete Sherlock Holmes book that looks like, and is, my personal bible), my perfume collection ( from Province, the south of France. It also has a special meaning to me), my framed poster of the Cologne Cathedral (which is drawn by little music notes), my collection of seashells (the ocean means a lot to me for some reason), a poster of pictures of me and my friends from Belgium (my friends from Belgium gave it to me as a leaving present), a few of my dresses, and many, many other things. I think this is a very hard decision to make, and hope that I would never have to be forced to make any such decisions.