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Susan Estrich: Leaving Home

By Susan Estrich | Posted on 11/19/2008

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The California fires drive home the point that the things that matter most don't fit in a grab-and-go box.

As the fires burned across Southern California this weekend, the all-news radio station I listen to kept running tape of a guy advising people about what to put in their “grab-and-go” boxes. He was from some insurance association, so — big surprise — his focus was on insurance documents.

Susan Estrich
Susan Estrich
I almost laughed. As one of the world’s worst housekeepers and organizers, it could take me the better part of a day to remember where my insurance documents were, much less such things as the title to my house and the other stuff he was recommending people grab on their way out the door. I know where my passport is, but that’s about it.

No, as I put myself in the position of the thousands of people racing out of their homes, it wasn’t jewelry or cash that I imagined myself grabbing, but pictures. The one of my parents at their wedding nearly 60 years ago. The one — the only one I have — of my father and me just before I went off to college. The one of my daughter and son, age 3 and a newborn respectively, in their matching blue-striped pajamas, laughing. And, of course, my dogs.

Fancy houses and the people who own them generally get more media attention than mobile homes or apartments and the people who live in them. But the faces of those who were devastated by the fires make clear that how much your home was worth has nothing to do with the measure of your loss. In my experience, anyway, there is often an inverse correlation: The less you have, the greater the pain in losing it.

When I was in college, I packed all of the things from my childhood bedroom into a single trunk, which my father was going to keep for me until I had a home bigger and more stable than a dorm room. The trunk was lost or destroyed, by a flood or a thief; I was never sure what happened, only that it was gone forever. The dolls I saved to give to my children, the little piece of my favorite blanket, the pictures and report cards and awards — all of it was gone.

After my father died, I moved to Washington without my trunk, all of my remaining possessions fitting neatly into my Ford Maverick. A few months after I arrived, there was a fire in my new apartment, and then a burglary while they were cleaning up from the fire, and that was that. Cleaned out again.

I have moved enough to know that houses aren’t forever, that “my” house isn’t really mine — actually, it’s mostly the bank’s — and certainly isn’t forever. Last month, most of the homes sold in Southern California were foreclosures. Fires are not the only way we lose our homes, just the fastest and most unforgiving.

Still, while we live in them, while we fill them with our treasures and our tears, mark the wall to show our children how tall they’ve grown, agonize over things that seem to matter so much, such as the color of the paint or the carpet or the right washer and dryer, they are the foundation of our lives, our shelter, our refuge. I drive up to my house, see my dogs at the door, breathe that sigh of relief at being home. At having one.

The fires, by Los Angeles standards, were far away from where I live. I listened to the names of the places where homes were burning — Diamond Bar, Sylmar, Brea, Chino — and the truth is, I’ve never been to any of them. I know them only as words I used to say when I read traffic reports on the radio.

But even where I live the air has been thick with smoke. I cannot see the fires, but I can smell them. They may be far away, but loss is in the air. We are surrounded by reminders that life is short and precious, that there is no such thing as security except in the moment, and that in the end, the things that matter most don’t fit in a grab-and-go box.

Best-selling author Susan Estrich is the Robert Kingsley Professor of Law and Political Science at the USC Law Center and was campaign manager for 1988 Democratic presidential nominee Michael Dukakis. Click here to contact her.

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» cot wrote on 11/19/08 @ 09:36 AM

I understand what Susan Estrich is trying to say here ... copies of “important” papers are, most likely, kept in your insurance company’s office, your bank, your broker’s and doctor’s offices, etc.  However, I believe what advisors are trying to instill in us is the importance of knowing WHERE to find the things important to you in case of emergency.  At the very least, it would behoove all of us to keep handy an updated list of WHERE to seek those beloved photos, letters and documents, in case we have to “grab and go” on short notice.


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