I'm getting bored already. Today, I'll look for a job. FEMA is coming to talk to everybody about benefits and apartments. My concern is, when will this run out? One month? Six weeks? Two months?

If I could have anything, I would just want a content feeling in the house.

Everybody has been so welcoming here. We have breakfast, lunch and dinner, ... In New Orleans, I prayed for a cup of ice.

I consider myself lucky. Some people came with nothing but the clothes on their back, ... I'm not stressed. I'm not exhausted. I didn't have to get on top of my roof and wait for help.

We walked through water, we couldn't shower, and we bathed with wet rags and soap because we didn't have water or electricity.

It's stuff we couldn't carry through the water. The most important thing is that we were alive, and we were together.