On August 24 I was at dinner with my boyfriend and his family celebrating his birthday. I received a phone call from my mom saying my grandmother was in the hospital. Three days later my grandmother passed away. In the process of my mom and her seven siblings planning the funeral, we discovered Katrina was coming our way. We canceled all funeral plans we had made for her and packed our things to evacuate. The entire family, consisting of twenty-six people, headed to Atlanta to stay with one of my aunts. Her house was quite big, but a four bedroom and three baths house was not big enough for twenty-six people. The only word to describe the house was absolute chaos. After a week of living with my moms\' side of the family we decided to meet up with my dads\' side. We evacuated to New Iberia. Our neighbors back home had family who lived on a large estate with a two story barn. My Dad, Mom, sister, brother, aunt, grandmother, and I moved into the barn for our time there. The barn consisted of working horse stables on the first floor and the second floor was a small apartment, similar to the inside of a hunting or fishing camp. My family and I squeezed into the one bedroom, one bath apartment. The den was smaller than my room at home and decorated with ducks, fish, deer heads, and bull horns. It was not a typical den for family time like in most homes, but in addition became a bedroom for my brother, sister, and I. My parents slept in the bedroom with the only available closet space, while my grandmother and aunt slept any where room was available. The bathroom was a descent size but not equipped to handle seven people sharing it on a daily bases. The kitchen was approximately the size of a narrow hallway equipped with bare necessities and no room for a table. The stairway to enter and exit the apartment consisted of steep, narrow stairs built accessible for riding shoes. While walking up or down these stairs you had to walk sideways because they were so narrow that a flat foot could not step on them. One day there my grandmother slid down from the top of the stairs and hurt her back. From that day on, I had never missed my home so much in my entire life. Luckily, our home had no damage and after two months of complete misery in the barn we came home to our house.