After narrowly escaping your burning, falling birdhouse, you just sit there, in the rain, in awe at your life being ruined, piece, by, piece.
All those posters, all those pieces of technology, your comfy bed, your clothing, and your piano. All probably will be fuel for the fire. If this were a story of sorts, this would be a great supernatural/mentor. -the event or person that forces the hero, without a doubt, to go on with that journey. This definitely serves as the supernatural.
You stand there, for a few minutes, watching it all go down in flames. There's a special kind of, solace, that you feel while watching it go down. As though you feel more alive that you will in fact survive this ordeal, and that you will get to enter the medium and fully engulf yourself in destiny.
Also, you captchalogue your computer.