Narrative Essay About Hurricane Harvey

August 27, 2017, at 2 AM, I watched as the water slowly crept up to my house. I couldn’t sleep. I was sitting there, staring, at the river outside my house that used to be my driveway not knowing what else to do. I kept my phone close that night, every so often hearing the ‘ding’ that would signify that another one of my friends were either being evacuated or the water had finally found its way into their home, while I was silently hoping that the water wouldn’t choose my house to break into.
Hurricane Harvey was the first hurricane that I have really been apart of. It was the first hurricane that I was able to remember it and have a full comprehension of the destruction that was left in its wake. I live in Friendswood, Texas, once a perfectly groomed, small town, now a town known for ⅓ of its homes being flooded because of Hurricane Harvey. Before the hurricane, everything seemed to be put in its place and its place hadn't moved in decades, however, immediately after the hurricane the people of Friendswood were overwhelmed by everything. You could look down any street and find garbage everywhere. For the first time in my life, Friendswood was messy. After leaving my house for the first time in nearly a week after the hurricane the sights I saw in Friendswood were disturbing, at first I saw the face of depression and hopelessness …show more content…
Some places when they get hit by catastrophic events don’t come together but instead drift further apart because they can not overcome and create something good out of all the bad. The people of Friendswood had the option to turn everyone away and not accept any of the help that was offered, however, we didn't do that, we choose the option of rebuilding, recovering, and moving onto something bigger and better. I know there's nowhere in the country like Friendswood where the entire community is as selfless, resilient, and strong as the people of Friendswood