So very interesting!
We lived in a house in Sydney for many years that backed onto the bush. In about 2000 we had a very close call with a fire, basically we had flames about a stone's throw from the back of the house, though they were not enormous flames we sometimes get in Australia, where nothing will stop them. They were water bombed with helicopters which brought it under control.
In that instance, we were about an hour from home when we got a call to say that the street was under threat. So I had an hour in the car to make a list of first things to save. Luckily we had the dog with us, so we dropped her off on the way. I was worried about the birds though.
Other than that, the list was fairly short. *Almost* everything is replaceable, as long as the humans and pets are safe. I had to pack up once or twice after that, under fear of evacuation, and again, it really honed my thinking about what was important, and what was not. I only remember being really attached to one item of clothing, a very expensive black wrap cardigan which I adored. The rest? Well, I could live without it.
