My workload has suddenly decided to pile up from a normal cheeseburger to a megabigmac.

Urgh.

The whole exchange thing has left me hanging by the thread with the printing, misprints, oh and printing again. Financial statements and rushing to get it. And we're not even counting the assignments due. Sometimes I suspect that professors knowingly schedule assignment deadlines at the same time just to test our patience, no I meant resilience.

I wonder if it is going to be worth it. Being away from the people I love, breaking out of that comfort zone, being truly independent once again. Sure it sounds fun and all, but I know that when the homesickness kicks in, it's not something that skype can remedy.

So many 'what-ifs' are flying through my mind now, I'm trying hard to ignore my random thoughts of just forgetting it all. Cheryl you cannot give up. In times of these, you do see how much the people around you love you.

Like dad and mom. Forever supportive. The angels I have around me. How they unconditionally told me to go. Not think of finances. Dad's working till 10 at night and so tired. But I need the bank statement. No matter, he will send it to me.

If parents were only a small part of how loving our Father up there is, He definitely has to be magnificent. Way beyond imagination.

Yes there's stress. But in stress, I see love as well.