I did not hear about Katrina until the Friday before, when I was in Chalmette visiting my grandma. My dad, who is usually against the whole evacuating thing, decided the next morning that we would drive to Natchez, Mississippi. My family and I stayed at a friends hunting camp, and altogether there were thirty people. In a house that crowded we quickly became tired of each other and wanted to return home. My dad and two brothers returned home only three days after the storm, but my mom and I had to wait a week. \r\n\r\n Once I was able to return home I realized that it may be awhile until things were back to normal. There was no one around for weeks, except my neighbors who did not evacuate, and the only food available was MRE’s. At first the MRE’s were fun, but after a couple of weeks we all were ready for real food. The power on my street was back on three days after I returned because Entergy employees live on our street, so at night everything was dark except our neighborhood. There was a six o’clock curfew in effect, but even without it no one wanted to go outside because of the creepy silence. I was finally able to make phone calls because my cell phone did not work in Natchez. I was disappointed to find out that many of my friends would be gone for weeks, and some of them months. Things took about seven months or so to become fully normal again. \r\n