When my husband said Katrina was going to be a category 4 or 5, we packed enough clothes for three days, which is the norm for most evacuations, left for our place in Akransas, and ended up staying nine days until we were allowed to return to check on our home. When we realized we had power, we stayed even though we weren't supposed to.
It is difficult to talk about Katrina even now. The one thing I can say is that when something like that happens, it takes away your security. You know it happened once, and you are left with knowing that it absolutely can happen again.
The first night we spent at home, the only occupied homes within blocks were ours, our next-door neighbor's who was alone as his daughter and wife were in another city, and an elderly woman next to him. We could hear helicopters all night long flying over to recue people in the city on rooftops. Humvees drove by periodically, shining lights between the houses, looking for looters. We slept with a loaded gun by the
My business and my husband's business were virtually gone. My court reporting students were scattered to hell and back, many had lost their homes. My husbands's advertising promotions business was gone; there were no businesses open to advertise. I sold my business two years after Katrina. My husband's business is, even today, about half what it was.
As far as how the impact on my life, I love life more, love my family more, and take nothing for granted -- ever.