Priority

I have a greenhouse/carving shop with a wide variety of tools. I have a comprehensive research library on ships, boats, and the sea. And I have lots of other toys and possessions. But I spent a significant part of my life with almost no possessions. I’d hate to lose my stuff, but my family ( wife, kids, cats, and dog), data files, and my old guitar are central to my existence.
If I have to evacuate, the stuff can take its chances, and the family comes first, the data box and documents store second, and my guitar third. This is not a serious poser where the little clock ticks loudly, the brow furrows in concentration, and the alarm rings at the end of thirty seconds. There is no stalemate as I dither about gathering things up.

It might be nice to salvage the carving tools, clothes, a tent, and sleeping bags. But some of that stuff is already staged on the porch. Watching the clips of the wildfires last year changed how I view the woods behind my house. No. I learned the hard way over the years that the one thing you can’t replace is family.

This perspective formed when all I had was a backpack, a guitar, and, after 1969, an infamous grey cat. Inside the pack were a few books and clothes. I feel terrible for people who’ve lost everything material because I’ve gone over that territory in great detail. But it’s much worse to lose your family.

Set your priorities; things can be acquired; family is a one-time deal.