Last night, I decided to use my night off to look up different schools that I want to go to after I get an associates. I started with Cal Poly Pomona. I didn't get any further. I didn't want to look any further. It felt right. I think that's my new goal. Get to Pomona.

Then I got a text from my sister. My grandma had another stroke. I don't think its a coincidence I decided to move back to California right before I got that news. From what I know right now, she's in the hospital for the next few days. But I think everyone expects a positive recovery. I thought I would feel more alone being all the way out here. but I don't. Not because I have a huge support system out here, but because I know Heavenly Father has a plan and I know, no matter what, I'm going to be with my grandma for the rest of eternity. Everything is going to work out. And now I'm just bidding my time waiting for the next text or phone call to give me an update. These are the times I'm especially grateful to have the plan of happiness in my life.