I am in Seattle. I left Chino yesterday at 6:40 a.m. The 6-hour bus ride to Osaka went well, except for the numerous signs warning of earthquakes and showing pictures of cars slamming into one another. My teeth chattered when the bus's windows rattled.
I made it to the airport fine, and the plane made it to Seattle safely. I barely slept because of turbulence and because I wasn't able to check the news. For a few hours, everything seemed like it always had--like I was just taking a normal flight home after a year away.
A security officer checked out all the passengers with a Geiger scanner. None of us had detectable amounts of radiation, for which I am very thankful.
I have been praying at least once an hour that the situation in Japan will improve. The terrible truth is that they don't know how bad a total meltdown could be. It could mean only localized contamination. It could mean that the Pacific Ocean is contaminated. I don't know what it means, and I can only guess that the truth of the situation is somewhere between what the U.S. media says and what the Japanese government is saying.
Zack is still in Japan. He leaves on Monday. I haven't slept in three days. I don't think that will change any time soon.