When I decided to leave my camper Tuesday night because of a tornado warning, I left quickly. The weather station was indicating a 10 minute window before the storm. Happily an actual tornado did not touch down but the next morning at home sitting in my comfortable den with the sun shining outside I began to consider the items I took with me when I dashed. I was reminded of a theoretical exercise I participated in years ago. Here’s the exercise:
If you had just minutes to evacuate your home due to fire, storm, etc. what would you bring with you?
Tuesday night I didn’t think too much about what I was grabbing but in retrospect what I took represented what was most important to me. Riley, the littlebrowndog, was first in the car. Then my reading glasses, the thumb drive carrying my novel (I would face a tornado head-on before I lost those chapters again!), my laptop with a few chapters from my novel, my thyroid medication, my purse and wallet and that was it. If I had been home instead of at my camper I’m sure I would have grabbed my will and any insurance papers too.
My plan was to spend the whole week at camp so I had all of my casual wardrobe with me and while I’ve never been a clothes horse, I didn’t throw any clothes into a bag, I left all my toiletries, and didn’t grab a picture or a book. I do remember driving away and thinking if the camper goes, well, it’s all insured.
The things I did walk away with are not a surprise to me. It makes perfect sense. It’s interesting what a few hectic minutes can tell us about ourselves.