“I watched the street become a river.”
“I’m not rebuilding.
I’m relocating.”
— Erica D., Pennsylvania
I remember the day exactly. It hadn’t rained like that in years. My son was on the porch watching it come down. I told him to come inside, just in case.
Within two hours, the backyard was underwater. The street looked like a canal. We lost power, then internet. Then the sirens started.
I’d never had to evacuate before. We packed a bag, put the cat in a crate, and waded through knee-deep water to get to our neighbor’s truck.
The next morning, I saw a photo online of our living room — from a rescue boat. I never thought our home would be part of a national news story.
