Not exactly the way I would have liked to start my blog but this is the realities of my life. This is what I saw last Monday, October 22st, as I was getting ready for a trip to Sonoma, CA. We knew the fires were close but to actually see them less than a 1/2 mile from your home is a terrifying sight. Scott and I had driven up to a place where we could see the whole area where we live in San Diego...it was so smokey we couldn't see anything. The police were also looking out at the area. I asked them about evacuating. They told us they were going to start evacuating the whole area south of that point. We drove home talking about what we would take with us...mentally going over a list of things that were the most important to us.
First thing that came to mind was my mother's wedding dress that was on a mannequin in my studio...baby picture albums of Brea & Sean ( I couldn't possibly take all of the photo albums...more reason to scan everything and get it on an external hard drive!)...the hard drive and all my externals for my computer...6 bottles of my favorite wine...all of my Gerry DVD's (everyone who knows me will chuckle at that one)...running out the door I asked Scott if he wanted to take his U.S. Open trophy...he said "Nah! But then again if the house burns down I don't want to buy another one." So we grabbed it.
I must say it was a very strange feeling to lock up my house for what may have been the last time. Scott and I prayed together in our kitchen...knowing that the Lord was in control and if He wanted our house to burn and be lost then we were free to let it go. I started crying...not because of the thought of losing all everything in the house but of all the wonderful memories that our home held and remembering those times. Holidays celebrations, birthdays, graduations, death of a parent and pets, and just everyday life.
We locked the door and I never looked back...Scott ask me, "Maybe we should bring the plans for the house?" I told him, "Nope, we'll just build another one!" Scott laughed and so did I. We drove to my sister's house. Two hours later we had to evacuate her area. We decided to go to Scott's brother's house in Los Angeles. What normally takes a 2 hour drive took us 5 hours to reach his house. We were only two of the three quarters of a million people leaving San Diego. Amazing!
We continued on to our trip in Sonoma, CA...we had a wonderful time. Came back to our home late last night. The first thing we did was pray and thank the Lord for saving our home. We lifted up all those who weren't as lucky as we were. Everything looked great this morning...just lots of soot and ash to clean up inside and out.
This is really weird but I had a thought...what if our house had been burn down? Just think of all the things I wouldn't have to do...all the projects I didn't need to finish because they were gone. I could start anew...a blank slate...no more clutter...it seemed freeing. Would I regret all that was lost or could I really move on? I think I could really move on...maybe it's time to free myself up from all the clutter and projects that will never get done. Time to clean house and release...I will have to think about this and get back to all of you.
So the question is...if you had 1 hour to evacuate your home...what would you take with you...what are the important things that are irreplaceable?