on this day last week, i was filming a new home tour, so excited to share how i’d turned my house into a home—a place filled with love, warmth, and all the tiny details that made it uniquely mine. just an hour later, everything changed. my neighbor texted me: the hill behind my home was on fire. in a blur, i grabbed my dog, his vet paperwork, my passport, and the clothes on my back. that was all i could take. everything else—the life i’d so carefully built—was left behind. it’s impossible to put into words what it feels like to lose so much. yes, it’s just “stuff,” but it’s the stuff that holds pieces of your heart. the childhood ornaments i picked out every year since i was born. the bottle of champagne my parents bought the year i was born to save for my wedding day. a flannel that belonged to my grandpa, who i’ll never get to hug again. things that made my house more than just walls and a roof. It’s not just about what’s gone, but about the story it told of the life I have lived. today was the hardest day i’ve faced in this past week. the weight of it all feels unbearable at times, but i’m holding on to what matters most. my dog and i are safe, and i’m surrounded by love and support. it’s a reminder that home isn’t just a place or the treasures inside it—it’s the love, memories, and people we carry with us. that being said, i’ll never forget the neighbor who warned me and ultimately saved my life. andrew is facing unimaginable losses himself, and i’ve linked his gofundme in my bio—any support you can offer would mean the world. thank you for being here for me, for our community, and for reminding me that even in the hardest moments, love and kindness shine through 🤎