When I finally made it back to my home in early October, I was greeted by the all too familiar National Guard scrawl on my door. By the time that I returned, I knew that my house had suffered little damage and after imaging everything that I owned to be gone or covered in mold, it was surreal to walk in and find everything just as I had left it six weeks before. We had roof and ceiling damage but not enough to cause a great deal of mold. We were the first ones on our block to come back and my neighborhood remained quiet for quite some time.
