They'll call it chance, or luck, or call it Fate

I'm all packed up and ready to go home for spring break, but I'm feeling more worried than excited. I've been keeping track of what's going on in Japan since I heard about the earthquake. Japan's something like a second home to me and I hate seeing all the damage that's been done over there. I'm worried about the people that I know in Japan. I've heard from some of them, but I'm still hoping to hear back from my host family. If I could hear back from them, it'd make me feel a lot better.

I'm back at IU now. I'll be going home again next weekend for Grandma's memorial service. We're having a memorial serivce instead of a funeral because Grandma always thought funerals were too sad and depressing. I've just got to get through this week. Outwardly, I'm holding up okay (inwardly is another story). I just need to keep it up.

Classes start tomorrow. I'm nervous about getting back into Japanese, worried that I'll have forgotten too much. I'm hoping that classes won't start throwing too much at me during the first week because I don't think I can take it right now.

What an awesome way to start my day. Mom called me to tell me that Grandma is back in the hospital because her pneumonia came back. She'd seemed like she was doing so much better before I left for school. I hope that everything will be okay, but now I'm worried. Why do things like this always happen once I leave for school?