Changes - a ramble
Posted by elsie katz on Mon, 06 Aug 2018
My background and that of my ancestors is real. It is also a forest, a forest that obscures the tree that is Elsie. And in a few weeks I shall uproot myself from the small seaside town where I have lived for 18 years.
I'm shifting to Bournemouth. Why have two miles of golden sands when I can have seven? I shall be training to teach English as a foreign language. I don't know if I shall use my new training abroad or if I shall teach adult learners and summer schools in Bournemouth. My choice. First I have to wrap my head around piles of GRAMMAR. Parts of speech I hardly knew existed. Did you know an adverb does not have to describe a verb? It can also describe an adjective eg 'English grammar is really interesting'. My example also uses irony.
I know Bournemouth. I lived there 18 years ago. The good part is the place. The bad part is finding somewhere afforable to live. I left because I was living with my boyfriend and two children in West Howe, a council estate seven miles away from the sea. When we moved to Exmouth we could rent a good maisonette near the sea.
The group of four who lived together and sometimes fought has dispersed. Boyfriend is now in warden supported housing in Leeds. He's a good friend. I visited him in June and spent two nights in the guest suite. My daughters are grown up and independent. One has settled in Langley, the other is working and travelling the world. I think she is still doing 12 hour shifts in the packing station in Queensland. Work! How good to hear that she is working.
How lucky I am that I now own a terraced house in Exmouth that the lettings agent seems keen to manage for me. It takes the fear away. I shall have money coming in. I still have 'a place'. It takes the sting out of renting a bedsit from Mike Spring Housing in Bournemouth, a bunch of crooks who have the gall to call themselves 'social housing'. At least their bedsits are near the sea and it's a better option than renting a room with the ripoff landlady who lives in a boring suburb and works as office staff at the language school. I'm viewing a bedsit today. I'm also aware that by becoming a landlady in one place and a tenant in another I now have a 'split morality'.
Who knows where the uprooted tree who is now a shallow rooted twig will land? I am a boat, navigating one port at a time. I'm lucky and I'm also scared.