So, as I start my 4th year here, I also am in the middle of my 4th fire.
We've had the Zaca Fire, Gap Fire (Which was the closest so far), and the Tea Fire.
So, as we start the Jesusita Fire, I've got to say, the rising panic is just not there anymore. I'm tapped. I've gotten everything that means anything to me. I'm going to go back down to LA. I'm not worried, upset, anxious, or mad.
It was a bit interesting leaving my place. To quote Han Solo: "I dunno. I just have this feeling I'm not going to see her again."
It's also interesting how much of your stuff is just...stuff. I realized that, while it would suck, if I lost everything, assuming that the condo and fire insurance handled the financial aspect of it, there is nothing left in the condo that I would be grief-stricken to lose.
My Gaming rig is out. (priorities, people!)
My Laptop and camera are out.
My Firearm is out.
The Wedding band/wrap is out.
My Important Clothes are out.
It would not be the worst thing in the world for Tab and I to start from scratch in a new place. So either way, I'm content to be where God places me.
Weird, huh?
