Hurricane Katrina

My life was recently changed. It was changed by a storm named Katrina. It was changed, and it will never be the same.

Hurricane Katrina devastated my home state of Mississippi on August 29, 2005. No one thought that a Hurricane could change our lives so dramatically in a matter of hours, but it did. The beautiful historic homes that lined the beaches, framed by hundred-year-old oaks, are gone. The many years of living, laughing, and crying that occurred there were not considered by this storm. Some of these homes, not houses but homes, are gone without a trace. Others may have some small tidbit remaining to remind them of what they had.

The once bustling coastline of our state remains stagnant. Most people do not have homes. Most people to not have a place to go to work. Some people did not know where their family was or if they were okay for days. Others wish they did not know that horrible fate that their friends or family met that day.

How are you supposed to feel after something like this affects your life – your friends, your family, your neighbors, your state which you love because it is home? I wish that I knew the answer to this question. Unfortunately, I do not have the answer.

My feelings have put me on an emotional roller coaster that never stops. When the storm first hit, I felt a few different things. I felt relieved that my husband and I did manage to evacuate, along with our cocker spaniel. I knew that the eye of the storm was coming really close to our town, and that we would be in the right front quadrant of the storm. I knew from years of living near the Mississippi coast that this was the worst place to be. After many debates, I finally convinced my husband that it was best for us to leave.