Some news...
My mom just called. Our house is fine for the most part. All of the windows are intact. All of the trees around the house have fallen, but none of them landed on the house itself. There are several holes in the roof and some bad leaking, but nothing unfixable. I have quite a few blessings to count.
I still haven't heard from Megan, but I'm keeping hope up.
My mom told me not to come home this weekend, that it's too much of a mess. She also doesn't want to have to worry about me making the drive, with all the conditions and how hard it is to make contact. She said I shouldn't plan to come home before late September, but I don't think I'll make it that long.
She asked me whether I was happy here or not, and I told her yes. It's not a complete lie; I really do like the school and most of the people I've met. My classes are crap, and it's hard to really focus on them when I'm constantly worrying about what's going on back home.
When I think about all the people who have lost their homes, and lost family members... it just kills me. It's impossible to fathom that where I'm from, the towns I've grown up with and known my whole life, are gone. When I watch the reports on TV, it's like I'm seeing footage of some other country. Then I'll notice a building or the remnants of a building that I recogize, and it hits me. That's home.
I finally broke down and cried tonight, good and hard. It was relieving, but not long-lasting.
I still haven't heard from Megan, but I'm keeping hope up.
My mom told me not to come home this weekend, that it's too much of a mess. She also doesn't want to have to worry about me making the drive, with all the conditions and how hard it is to make contact. She said I shouldn't plan to come home before late September, but I don't think I'll make it that long.
She asked me whether I was happy here or not, and I told her yes. It's not a complete lie; I really do like the school and most of the people I've met. My classes are crap, and it's hard to really focus on them when I'm constantly worrying about what's going on back home.
When I think about all the people who have lost their homes, and lost family members... it just kills me. It's impossible to fathom that where I'm from, the towns I've grown up with and known my whole life, are gone. When I watch the reports on TV, it's like I'm seeing footage of some other country. Then I'll notice a building or the remnants of a building that I recogize, and it hits me. That's home.
I finally broke down and cried tonight, good and hard. It was relieving, but not long-lasting.