Miscommunication Narrative

The day began with the news that we may need to postpone my move to Baton Rouge. The rain was torrential, and the roads were flooded. People were losing their homes and even their lives. This was a devastation that had not been seen since Hurricane Katrina or Rita. But from what we were seeing the devastation seemed almost worst in Baton Rouge and the surrounding cities. A day that was a fresh start for me was the worst day for entire families. This day had been planned for months, I had prepared for weeks and packed for days. This was the day that I moved to a new city and a new home to start college and lay the foundation for what the rest of my life would become. I expected a fun and frantic moving day but instead found it worry filled and …show more content…
Dormitory move- ins were cancelled and most of the roads into the campus were blocked off. The campus was evacuated and life around it was quiet. My emotions were all over the place, sadness, worry, excitement, confusion. Not only was I starting on my own with my family two hours away, but how would this devastation affect my move. As selfish as that worry of how it would affect me was, I was in a new city and wondered how I would do it. It was very obvious at first look that there were few stores open. The homes that were open had been depleted of items, Walmart shelves bare. Many residents had evacuated their neighborhoods, yet blocks away it was business as …show more content…
Everything in this neighborhood seemed fine. White tents up by the office to accommodate the inflow of new move ins that day. U-Haul trucks and parents all over the place scurrying around to beat the rain. My new apartment was just as cute as I remembered. New students excited and giddy over leaving mom and dads. As excited as I was I had a heavy heart and stressful feeling about what was happening around me in neighboring communities. I could feel their pain and anxiety. I too had lost everything I had years back in a fire that destroyed our home. I knew what it felt like to not have anything but the clothes on your back. To not know where you are going to go or how your start again. As a child this is especially devastating because your possessions are your world. Your cheer suit, your scrapbooks, your clothes, all the things that at that age are your identity. I almost felt a sense of guilt knowing I was unwrapping new bedding while people down the road had no beds at