Yesterday, I finished unpacking and reorganizing the hastily collected garments and what-nots I threw in a suitcase when spousal unit and I decided to evacuate ahead of Hurricane Alex.
There haven’t been many occasions where I have had to gather my stuff and get out quite so quickly. I remember one time, when I very little, a fire came threateningly close to our house. I grabbed my favorite stuffed animal and ran.
When I left my first husband, I grabbed everything in reach, car keys, a strand of pearls, and a Waterford ashtray. (Don’t ask)
This time, while we had a modicum of notice, there still wasn’t time to plan and cull and sort. We just kinda grabbed. A couple of pair of shorts and couple of tank tops, my makeup bag, and my best lingerie. (Don’t ask) Two photographs, my mother’s diamond ring, and three stuffed animals. (I said…)
Sometimes life throws something at you that you didn’t see coming and really hadn’t prepared for. That’s when you grab what you love and get out of harm’s way.
-- I’d love to hear what you’d take along?
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