I had the best dream last night.
We went back into the apartment to see if we could salvage anything, and it turned out that all our stuff was fine. The fire had just eaten the apartment around it, leaving rafters overhead that looked like a beautiful arbor. Vines had grown up all around everything (kudzu probably, but it was pretty), and somehow a river had sprung up and was running through the apartment. I was busy taking pictures of everything when my alarm went off.
People keep saying that I’m dealing with it really well, that I have a good attitude, that I’m in good spirits, etc. I think I’m pretty cheerful when I’m not thinking about it, but some days I’m very strongly reminded that I don’t have a home, I don’t have my own space, I don’t have my own things, and I’m not in control of anything, and that feeling overwhelms me.