The hardest part is actually the guilt, or wishing I could fix things for everyone. Obviously I can’t and now that I’m 1000 miles away, I don’t even know what the situation is like down there, but the guilt of us being okay and being able to move away knowing everyone doesn’t have that luxury.

I think it’s hard to say what the biggest loss is. Everyone lost something. I saw a quote that said something along the lines of we’re not all in the same boat, we’re all in the same storm. Some of us have yachts, some of us have canoes, some of us are swimming, and some are drowning. If I had to give a concrete answer, I’d say the loss of peace. Those who lost their homes didn’t just lose their homes, they lost the place they created memories, their safe space, their privacy, the walls that hold their life inside of it. Those who didn’t lose their homes still lost their sense of peace. Residents of the bayou regions are kind to their neighbors and knowing that your community is hurting is really unsettling.