Earlier this year Bren rang me when I was picking up the girls from school, to tell me that there was a raging bushfire heading right for our place and what did I want him to take from our house.

The photo albums were already at his parents' house in Melbourne, as were the computer back ups, he had already thought of the girls' treasure boxes but what else? Crazy things ran through my head like my Camper boots and the girl's artwork but not much more.

I had my girls in the car with me and a promise from Bren that he would set our place up, drive up and down our street helping anyone who needed it, and then he would meet me in town.

I kept on running through my house contents in my head, trying to work out what I really needed until I realised that I had my home with me.

We were extremely lucky that the wind changed and drove the fire into the bush just before it reached our place. It would have been devastating to lose our house, but I had my family with me and that's really what home is about.

This is our kitchen table. When my Mum and Dad built their Tassy house a few years ago it didn't fit into their new kitchen so we were lucky enough to inherit it.

Our kitchen table is where so much of the good stuff happens here. We eat, discuss, play, cook, craft, computer, entertain, plan...I could go on and on.

Although we would never be able to evacuate with it in an emergency, our kitchen table is the center of our home.

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