My friends were beyond themselves because I picked them up at the airport, took them through Ikea and other shops and on to their new home in this country.
I just felt honoured that of all their friends, I was the one who got to do all this!
My friends tell me I'm brave, courageous even, for quitting my job and "roughing it" as a freelance translator.
I just feel a coward for not being able to stay in a 9-4 job...
My family tells me how great it is I signed up for this exam, and how well I will do!
I just feel apprehensive about the whole thing, and a little bit ashamed too, for leading people on to thinking I will actually stand a chance.
My friends and family tell me how great I look after losing so much weight!
I just glance in the mirror and can't picture that posing in a bikini in a few weeks time...
My common sense tells me that blogging, facebooking, groupie-ing (read: Rufus!) are for kids.
I'm too busy blogging (ok, maybe not lately...), facebooking and groupie-ing to notice.
But my friends and family seem to agree that life's ok! And knowing that in a few weeks time THIS will be home - even if only for 3 weeks - who am I to disagree?