I was pondering it the other day, and came to the conclusion that, if the situation ever occurred, I could truly only own three items. By that, I mean extra things. Things that aren't clothing or blankets to sleep under or my cats and the stuff that they need (food bowls, toys, litter pans, cat tree).
Everything else, while important and meaningful to me, can be replaced. All but these three things.
1) A small collector's hardcover of "Pride and Prejudice". Besides being one of my favorite books of all time, it was the last book my grandmother ever gave me.
2) A small tin box containing cards and letters from my grandmother. We corresponded regularly from the time I was a kid until she passed away when I was 24, and now that she's gone, the letters I saved from her mean so much.
3) A piece of art I purchased from a local artist in Afghanistan. It's been cleaned up and beautifully framed now, and it's stunning and one-of-a-kind.
This was taken in Afghanistan, so it doesn't really look like that now. Maybe I'll upload a more recent photo sometime.
So there they are. The three things that mean the most to me.