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So, my entire life, I’ve known that my mother chose my childhood home, the one she’s lived in for almost 30 years, because it is high ground. If the street I used to ride my bike down floods, the entirety of the city is underwater.

So far, only three homes in my family haven’t taken on any water: my parents’ place, my little sister’s apartment complex (she lives on the 3rd floor), and my apartment complex. Part of my family has evacuated on their own; some are awaiting rescue because they cannot get out. One of them has taken on water but is hunkering down - hopefully, it’ll recede before they need to be rescued.

This is so insane. I haven’t gotten a real picture in person of what’s happening because the area I’m in, for some reason, it’s all mostly been normal. My little sister was released early from work today because if she’d stayed any longer, there would’ve been no way home. I look at the photos and the videos, and I recognize where they are. I’ve been there before, sometimes very often.

I remember Katrina. Other storms. Gustav - fucking Gustav. But this is something else.
If praying is something you do, please pray for my older sister, and my uncle and cousins, and my aunt. They’re waiting for someone with a boat and it’s so fucking devastating, what’s happening. There’s no way to prepare for something like this.