I had a house fire 10 years ago.
There aren't words to describe what it's like to lose things that are important to you. The house wasn't even mine - I was staying with a dear friend, at their house which had been in the family for 80 years or something wild like that. We lost a lot. We lost cats. Furniture. Pictures. Christmas ornaments that I'd collected since childhood. Peace of mind. Everything important.
And just when you thought things couldn't be worse, post-fire, vacant, smelling-of-horrid-soot house was broken into one evening and burglars took everything left behind. Computers, CD's, electronics.
There are similarities with what is going on in my life right now.
More of an emotional house fire - but important things were lost nonetheless. Family. Peace of mind. Trust.
And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse - I was burgled. My property was locked into a garage that I didn't have a key to...and abandoned. My music. Flat-bed negative scanner. Mat cutter. My riding helmet. My vintage bike. Furniture that belonged to my grandmother and great-grandmother. All the christmas ornaments that I'd collected since the house fire ten years ago.
I've started over before. I can do it again. Everything works out in the end. This I know.
But right now, I AM PISSED OFF. People involved are lying, absent and/or being otherwise uncooperative. I'm at my wit's end and tired of the whole thing.
How could I have been so wrong?
Lame. Doesn't do much to encapsulate so much loss, but know that I'm thinking of you. There's a fair amount of pathos between the lines... I'm so sorry.
Posted by: seth | October 26, 2009 at 03:25 PM