My House on Baker Street

Since moving into my house on baker street, that title has hung in the air as something I should complete. I have played with the idea of how to wrap a novel of some type around it but never quite seeing a fit.
Tonight, Jan 15, 2008, I think I did it. Surviving and Thriving on Baker Street. That is what is seems to all lead up to. Two major disasters, a history of incest and survival, animal rescue, finding my way in a profession, in friendships, in relationships. It all comes to this moment, this fire, this abscense from the house. Do I decide to thrive or do I "give up". Give up; I remember having a conversation with a friend who thought that the only way to lose in this life is to give up. "Don't give up and kill yourself, Maria. There will be a light at the end even if you don't see anything right now." Baker street is a test. My test. Am I going to make it; figure it out; bring it altogether? Or has this life been wasted.
I am suppose to make it. I am suppose to heal; to see the connections; tie them together; and share.
Incest, abandonment, school, flood, fire, lost of family after family, still survive and thrive on Baker street and in life.

I think that is it!