Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Displaced Citizen Refugees of America
I hate to say that I'm homeless because I do have a roof over my head, but I guess technically I am. My family is very lucky. We were able to stay in hotels for two weeks, and now we are living in an apartment. In the next few weeks we will be moving into a trailer of our own. We will be surrounded by friends.
Unfortunately, not everyone is so lucky. Some poor souls had nowhere to go and had to stay in shelters. The conditions in some of these shelters were horrible. We were very lucky that our friends in Texas opened their hearts to us and gave people a place to stay.
Another difficult part of this whole thing is that some families have been separated. Either they evacuated to wherever they could or had to move because of a job. Right now my parents and I are near to my aunt and uncle and cousins. Not everyone is nearby, though. My other aunt and two of my cousins are still in Texas. Another cousin is near Baton Rouge because of her job. And the one that makes me saddest of all is that my sister is in Alabama. I miss her so much. There is one good thing about the trailer we are buying. For the first time in my life I will have my own bathroom. Yes, I grew up in a house with only one bathroom. I am actually excited about that! That's one thing that keeps me going. I think about what I want my new room to look like. I hope there's enough room for my scrapping stuff! It won't be a permanent home, but it will be ours. That means a lot these days when so many people still don't know where they will go.