As I was driving to work yesterday and thinking about what to write my blog about, I saw this SUV  that was packed with lots of bags and boxes and clothes and furniture. As I got behind them to turn right I saw that their license plate was from Florida. And in seeing that car I could not help but think about what it must have been like packing up their house, their life, everything that they physically  could and run from the storm. Driving away from your home not knowing what is going to be there when you return.

Four years ago my family's lake house caught fire while we were not there. We had to rebuild everything. I know it's only on a small scale of what this hurricane is doing to the people of Florida, but it was heartbreaking to see my parents go through the whole process of rebuilding. It is such a headache of a process; I remember my parents having to make lists of every item that was in the house, what we paid for it and how long we had had it for. You're trying to grieve while remembering every detail, fighting with insurance and restoration companies.

As I drove home from work and was passing countless gas stations I thought about how lucky we are. I could have pulled into any of those stations and without problem pumped as much gas as I needed. I got to drive home to my house and my family, eat dinner and take a shower before getting into my bed, while so many thousands of people do not get to do that tonight and will not get to for many nights. I will be keeping the people of Florida and everyone affected in my thoughts, and I hope you will too.

Kayla Audrey- Week 2