This is now the third time I have rewritten this blog over the course of five days. I'm driving myself crazy. There are so many things I could write about but nothing is defined enough for clear expression. My brain is a mud puddle.

Yesterday, I picked up my parents and youngest brother, Brent, from the airport. I'm excited to have them here for the week but I'm worried they are going to get bored. I live in a tall, tall apartment building outside of town, surrounded by hills and farmers. In order for me not to feel isolated and trapped I bought a car, allowing me enjoy my rural life because I can occasionally escape it. But I drove my car to work this morning and I wont be driving home until six o'clock tonight. I hope they'll be able to entertain themselves with rural pastimes. Come to think of it, it will probably be a nice break from Tokyo.