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Thought the excerpt from a Wall Street Journal article, written by someone who lost his home, would be of interest to the forum (emphasis mine):

Lola, my wife Silka and I packed what we could. I spent most of the next 10 minutes looking for the carrier for the cat and then the cat herself. I threw my most prized sports cards—a 1951 Bowman Willie Mays, a 1952 Topps Jackie Robinson—and my prescriptions, passport, laptop and a couple of chargers into a backpack. For some reason, I also packed a few T-shirts but no socks, underwear, pants, jackets or any other clothing.

Ten minutes to pack your life? I made bad choices: swimming ear plugs but no contact lenses. My daughter also made some questionable calls. One high heel, Lola, really? But she did grab our dog. My wife made the clutch calls, packing a few pieces of art and our most important documents: birth certificates, marriage licenses, passports. But then she forgot her jewelry.