Moving Back Home at 22.....

I love my mom. But man, she drives me crazy sometimes.

I spent a year on the other side of the world, where I recieved a phone call each month, if that.

I looked forward to every conversation since they were such rare occurences.

Now I'm home. By the way, before now, I'd lived on my own since the age of 19. Coming back to live at home was a big step, and not one I was enthuastic about taking.

My mom phones me, I kid you not, nearly every hour.

"Where are you, what are you doing today, can you do this, what is your brother doing, is the dog outside?"

She is suffocating me.

I'm glad I'm back in Canada, and I'm glad that I can talk to her at any time, but honestly, no calls to a phone that never stops ringing. I can't handle it!