On the night Helene hit, we slept in the basement. All we heard was the wind and rain. It was so loud. The storm was bigger than we had expected, and I was scared.
We lost power and cellphone service and didn’t have running water. Our only connection to the outside world was the local news on a battery-powered radio.
Branches had knocked down power lines, and a big tree blocked the road. We didn’t travel out of our neighborhood for three days.
When we were finally able to go downtown, it looked like a bomb had hit. Bridges had caved in, and telephone poles were splintered.
My family owns a bicycle rental business. The building where our shop used to be was flooded up to the second-floor windows. Everything smelled like sewage.
A family friend found an apartment where we could stay in Floyd, Virginia. It’s nearly three hours away from Asheville.
We spent about a month going back and forth between Floyd and Asheville while my parents tried to get our business going again. It was a stressful time, and I’m glad to finally be home for good.
To everyone affected by the hurricane, keep your chin up and keep going. It’ll get better.