This is the home I spent 20 years of my life in.
This is the house my parents took me to when I came home from the hospital.
This is the house I grew up in, made memories in, and that housed my entire life, all my most precious belongings, and was my safe place, where I could go when everything went wrong.

Then it happened.
A gas leak in the basement.
We never smelled it because it was summer, and ALL the windows were always open.
Well fall came, Dad left the house, and closed all the windows to keep it from getting to chilly.
This seal allowed the gas to build up.
It filled the house.
Every inch of air.
Then.
The fridge kicked on, an a tiny spark in the motor was all it took.

What you can't see is the bay window, it was totally unburned.
Thats because the explosion was so forceful, it blew it 6 feet into the yard, without igniting it...

My heart hurts.
We lost everything.
Not just personal goods.
But also memories.
Peace of mind.
And the safe place I called home...

I keep thinking of things that were in there.
Salt, my first and most loved fur suit was sitting on my bed, boxed up, and ready to come to my boyfriends house...

I had gotten a lot of things to my new place in the last few months.
But there was still SO much there...



I guess no matter how sad I am.
I HAVE to be happy that no one was home.
The do was with Dad.
The cat was outside.
And the bird was at a friends house, on his way to the vet to have his wings clipped...
And Dad was just out and about...










I need a hug....
I wanna go home...
But I can never do that...