I had lived in Houston, Texas for all 17 years of my life until Hurricane Harvey hit and flooded my home as well as most of Houston.
My family and I had been fortunate to survive unharmed, however we were put in a strenuous situation. We spent 2-3 days living on couches and floors at a relatives with one backpack of belongings each then we would pack up and move to another relatives; we continued this cycle for about 2 weeks.
During this time my parents and my brother had been wading into my house and salvaging what they could, towing it out on rafts. The house had gotten a foot and a half of water in it and not much could be saved, but we still had each other.
The other half of my family was stranded in their apartment building for a week and a half. My sister, her husband, and their two kids had been safe and dry, but the roads around them had been flooded and were impassable; it was like they were on an island we could not reach. They had enough food and water, but when their power went out, it was inevitable that they needed to be evacuated. My dad and I drove as close as we could to them, which was still two streets away, and begged a man with a boat to bring my family out. He did so willingly and about an hour later my nieces were safe in my arms with my sister and her husband right behind them.
Now there were 8 of us and we did not have a home or many belongings. We did not know what to do, so we held a family meeting.
And we had concluded since our world had turned upside down, we might as well do a 360 and move to Colorado!
