At about 12:45 last night, I woke to the sound of my brother shouting.
My house was filled with smoke.
I had just enough time to run out of the house before the living room caught fire.
My life is currently packed and stinking of fire in the back of my car. I lost one of my cats to the smoke. All my physical art work has either been destroyed or strewn about the house.
I am alive, and extremely grateful, but the price was extremely steep.
I just don't know what to do.
I'm sorry for your loss, but glad you and your brother have your lives. I'm the survivor of having my entire house burnt down in the middle of the night, taking everything with it including about 95% of my family history and memories, so I can empathize deeply. I can't rationalize losing your cat, but for the rest of the stuff.. you eventually just rationalize that they're things, and things will come and go. Let me know if you need someone to talk to.
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Jesus, man. I'm so sorry. It's good to hear you're okay. Just let me know if you want to talk.