The Cannon

My stress levels from Monday to now have decreased noticeably. It's really relieving, and the feeling in my stomach seems to have settled.

I talk to my parents pretty regularly on the phone, mostly because of my mother who insists she has two phone conversations a week with me, that go for at least thirty minutes each.

I recall last year, first semester, when she called me each and every day until I reached my breaking point. Eventually, after a month of about thirty-some phone calls, I told her that she couldn't keep this ridiculous regime going any longer. I had to practically limit her to a phone call a week.

Yet, this year, my third semester at school, I find I enjoy her calls. I like talking to my mother, whilst listening to my dog bark happily in the background. I even don't mind getting extremely frustrated at her, having my dad talk me down from my anxieties, just to have them brought back up as she takes the phone once again. I miss home, in a way. Not that I am "home sick", but hell. I'd like a visit every now and then.

Now. That being said, I'm really concerned about going back. As much as I'll enjoy the home-cooked meals, the frigid weather, and the whole surrounded by love and family scene...I'm really not prepared to stay there for longer than the Christmas "holidays".

Everytime my parents make mention to me being back for a "few months", I immediately correct them with "a couple of months". Or "one month". Fuck, can I really handle Flin Flon for a whole "semester"?

Whoa. I used a lot of fucking quotation marks in that last paragraph.

Anyways. Let's be positive here. I can't possibly be willing to spend over 60 days there..can I?