Dear Jessica, a lovely post. Thank you. I love your colourful courtly cards! May I ask a question? No obligation to answer: I'm feeling a little precarious as a tenant, not for any real reason other than that my landlords (a gay couple) are struggling to come to terms with the pandemic; one of them has health challenges, and they have drawn very strong borders around their apartment (they live in the same house). I have a feeling that my tenancy here might come to an end for reasons beyond my control... not in the near future, but perhaps in the medium term. What can I do to create for myself a safe space to be, a place where I feel anchored? I feel temporary. PS I am baking sourdough bread! Would love to share a loaf with you!
Thank you! The background to this question is that I've been a rolling stone, after losing my childhood home when I was 15, then the breakup of my first marriage and my husband's abduction of the children. A second marriage when I was nearly 40 gave us a son, but that marriage didn't last. After bringing up my son as a single parent, I went back to study and told my story, in tandem with an MCA and a PhD. The year after I graduated I moved over to NSW to be near two of my daughters who had young children and needed help. I've lived here since 2010 and am very happy here, and in the house I live in, the town I live in, but I still feel temporary, and wonder if that is how it will always be. I've built up no assets apart from some nice old furniture and an aging car; am self-supporting as long as I can keep working. But can't afford to own my own home. Yet I am mostly very happy and content! Wish I could send you a loaf of bread! It's my new hobby
Dear Jessica, a lovely post. Thank you. I love your colourful courtly cards! May I ask a question? No obligation to answer: I'm feeling a little precarious as a tenant, not for any real reason other than that my landlords (a gay couple) are struggling to come to terms with the pandemic; one of them has health challenges, and they have drawn very strong borders around their apartment (they live in the same house). I have a feeling that my tenancy here might come to an end for reasons beyond my control... not in the near future, but perhaps in the medium term. What can I do to create for myself a safe space to be, a place where I feel anchored? I feel temporary. PS I am baking sourdough bread! Would love to share a loaf with you!
This is a good question and one I'm happy to tackle next Friday! If you want to send me any more details, just shoot me an email.
Thankyou, will do
Thank you! The background to this question is that I've been a rolling stone, after losing my childhood home when I was 15, then the breakup of my first marriage and my husband's abduction of the children. A second marriage when I was nearly 40 gave us a son, but that marriage didn't last. After bringing up my son as a single parent, I went back to study and told my story, in tandem with an MCA and a PhD. The year after I graduated I moved over to NSW to be near two of my daughters who had young children and needed help. I've lived here since 2010 and am very happy here, and in the house I live in, the town I live in, but I still feel temporary, and wonder if that is how it will always be. I've built up no assets apart from some nice old furniture and an aging car; am self-supporting as long as I can keep working. But can't afford to own my own home. Yet I am mostly very happy and content! Wish I could send you a loaf of bread! It's my new hobby