Closer to thirty than not. Recovering English Studies Major working in insurance. Living proof that you can disguise yourself as a functioning adult.
Darcy Lewis, MCU and 616 comics, Bellydancing, a little social justice, and all sorts of nerdery.
Hawkeye #7 broke my heart. The story was great, the art was different and interesting, and Kate Bishop still is the best person in the world. She’s perfect.
But this letter really broke my heart. Because this is, fundamentally, what my job. I look at aftermath photos everyday. I replace and value the things lost in events like Hurricane Sandy. I see this letter and I am already seeing what I need to do, and what resources I need to look up to put things to rights.
I see the pride that the writer took in this nursery and his collection, and what a joy it was, and I know that this is the part of the job that’s really tough. I can find pricing, I can use my connections and resources to find replacements, but I can’t create joy out of sadness. I might joke that my job is advanced googling, or grumble about finding pricing but it’s really taking a hard and taxing part of recovery off of the hands of my customers.
And that breaks my heart a little bit too. That just a small amount of work on my part can ease a burden.
Also hey, if you need help after a loss replacing something, or you can’t figure out what it’s value is worth for an insurance claim? I can help and try to at least point you in the right direction, if not outright being able to find the information you need.