Personal Narrative: Eating Crawfish In New Orleans

Evacuation was as common as eating crawfish in New Orleans. Yet, Hurricane Katrina was like a whale stuffed into a stockpot. August 2005 Katrina blew through Louisiana. I was thousands of miles away from my home with a feeling as empty as a Stockpot. I didn’t understand why it was happening to us.
The new broadcaster that morning, spoke of Katrina as a tropical storm, but my mother had an unsettling feeling about this one. She insisted we pack with hast so we could evacuate early. See, we always evacuated before the storm no matter the category level. So I’m fairly use to the being crammed into the red dodge minivan with the faded paint job. After packing and loading everyone up, my parents 2 younger brother and I. We left to meet up with the rest of my extended family to evacuate out together. Even though we tried to leave the city early, other residents had the same idea. Hours of bumper
I noticed we weren’t the only Louisianans to take refuge here. I could only hope they had as high hopes for our home as I did. Little did I know, the conditions of my home were dismal. Aerial News coverage of the city showed on the TV in our hotel room. I witnessed a city I didn’t recognize, waves as high as roof tops. My neighborhood was shown on the screen. I saw my house being uprooted like crops on a farm. I distinctly remember feeling my life being washed away just as my home was. My mother made the decoration right then and there. She said’ “well, it looks like we’re Texans now”. I hated the idea of it. I had not realized I would be living in Texas after I just lost everything I knew. My mother wanted us to see this decision as a positive, a new beginning for us. I was reluctant at first even though I didn’t have I choice in the matter. I didn’t want to start over my life in Texas, I missed too much back home. I didn’t have as much pent up rage as I thought and started to warm up to my new