Hello everyone. It’s been over a week since my last update, as Kev took a few days off for the Bank Holiday weekend. We managed to get to Morecambe and Heysham on Friday, where the weather allowed us to have a decent walk. On Saturday, we had a meal at a Turkish restaurant we have been meaning to try for ages and it was really good. Our first date was at a Turkish restaurant, so that brought back some nice memories.
I remember I was telling you about my training in Bournemouth as a Missionary Teacher of English. I got my qualification in December 2014, and returned to my temporary job as PA to the Clinical Director of an adult psychiatric unit in Manchester. I really enjoyed this job but my ambition was to use my teaching qualification abroad. I had previously contacted the language school in Poland and was given a Skype interview in the following February. I was offered a two-year contract, to start in September 2015 but I hadn’t taught since my time in China over seven years ago and I felt that my confidence needed a boost with some teaching in this country before I went.
I researched Christian English schools and there were only two in the country – both on the south coast, one in Bournemouth and the other in Brighton. I wrote to them both, enquiring whether there was any possibility of my doing some work for them during the summer. I set my hopes on the school in Bournemouth, as I had really enjoyed my time there during my training and now had a few contacts. I was disappointed in that respect, though, because I never heard back from them but I did receive a lovely reply from Steve, the Director of Olivet School in Brighton. He offered me two months’ work during the summer, and he did this without so much as a phone call, much less a face-to-face meeting! His reasoning was that I had trained at ITN and that was good enough for him. I was amazed and delighted with his response and happily looked forward to June, when I was due to start my new adventure.
Steve also arranged for me to stay with a lovely local Christian called Mary, who I became good friends with. She was around my age, single, and we had quite a lot in common. She lived in a terraced house in Hove, and I grew to love that area. I actually stayed with Mary for the three summers I worked in Brighton. I had such mixed feelings, though! I had to give my notice in at work and was really sorry to leave this office where I had been so happy for about 18 months. My colleagues were wonderful and I had enjoyed the work too. I also had to give notice on my rented apartment – a lovely place with a balcony overlooking the canal. I had such treasured memories of my six years living there.
Saying goodbye to my church was hard, too. I had made friends there and really felt that I fitted in. I actually met Kev, my husband, at this church but at the time we were only friends. Once he knew of my plans, he was extremely helpful to me, offering to store some items for me at his apartment. He actually said, “I can store a few books for you, if you like” and he probably lived to regret those words, as my possessions eventually took over most of his space!😀 I knew, even then, what a special man he was but didn’t think that a relationship would figure in my plans to conquer the world!
Kev asked if he could take me for a meal before I left for Brighton, and that’s when we went to a Turkish restaurant. He scrubbed up well and we had a lovely evening, eating and drinking and talking. I was due to leave for Brighton within a week and I had such a lot of stuff to sort out and Kev was my rock at that time, as he still is.
I left my flat in June 2015 and travelled to Brighton by coach. Kev and I texted each other all the way down there – he was supposed to be working that day! Mary met me at the coach station in Brighton and took me back to my home for the next two months. I was due to start work at Olivet the following day. My adventure had begun.
Writing this blog is so good for me. I don't always feel like doing it - I sometimes feel lazy or think I don't know what to write. But, I pray beforehand and I am convinced the Lord gives me the words to say. Writing my story reminds me yet again how good God has been to me. He has watched over me all my life - even when I didn't really have much time for Him. He has guided me to do His work and is always with me and I am so very grateful to Him. He even blessed me with the gift of a wonderful husband, although poor Kev had to be patient with me for a long time before we eventually married!
As always, I wish you well. I wish you to be safe, healthy and loved - because, never forget you are very much loved.