5 years ago my family's lives changed dramatically. For millions Hurricane Katrina was a curse. For me that was true the first three days after she hit. Once we crossed that Louisiana/Texas line Katrina for me became a blessing. We were housed with a loving family. After three weeks hubby was offered a great job, which he's still blessed to have. We were placed in our lovely apartment and our new lives began. For the first year I suffered from severe anxiety attacks and my daughter would fall out crying if anyone joked about us moving back to New Orleans.
Today although I deeply loathe the government official who failed my state I am deeply content. I no longer have a horror story when I talk about Katrina (as pertaining to me). Many died, many lost their homes, many lost their will, many lost their minds. I lost my desire to live in the only hometown I've ever known. I love visiting New Orleans! Fantastic food, character, history, culture and my family reside there and I will forever be apart of it. But, I will be apart of it from afar.
My Katrina story? I survived and I'm FOREVER grateful.