Well, I’m back. (Come on, like I wasn’t going to go there…)
I don’t think it’s properly hit me yet – the whole “back in the UK, no permanent home, need to find work” thing. Probably because looking for a place in Brighton doesn’t feel so very different to trying to find a host in the next city on my USA trip, though it is a wee bit more long-term. And of course I’m still living out of a case in the meantime…
I know I’ve only been trying to contact people for less than a week, but seriously what’s the point in a website that lets you make online enquiries that nobody replies to? Or only replies to say please call ASAP about a completely different flat, ignoring the original request entirely? Looking at you, Zoopla. Argh.
So… Looking for a studio or flatshare in Brighton, planning to retrain as an English language skills tutor, need to work on my print portfolio… Better get cracking, then.
Ahhhh, you are going to have to do poetry. Try ‘The Battle of Stamford Bridge’ by Robert Laurence Binyon. Crackin’ stuff!
No wait – that is Lit. Language you say…
Language skills, as in going for CELTA and teaching English to adult non-native speakers.