Just to introduce myself. I'm called Liz, I'm 31 and I'm an EFL teacher. Yes, from that much maligned career where people think it's living somewhere hot, exotic, culturally inspiring in exchange for chatting to some locals in English who see you as next to Jesus. I'm not going to a whingey teacher but rest assured it isn't. What I can't deny is that I do love my ob and the opportunities it has given me, perhaps much more so than Britain though apart from working in call centre hell and Manchester City Council which brought me to the brink of clinical depression, I've never really worked in England so how do I know......
I have lived and travelled in lots of different places. The last one being Moscow, my home for three years. I always travel or move to places on my own. I'm not by any means a loner neither do I do this as some feminist statement. I like to be in control of my time and schedule and I've got into some pretty twisted situations which have been of my making, nobody elses.....Incidentally, the title of this chapter is my invebntion of a new acronym. Expect to see it in the Guardian soon....
I'm single, happy and don't really make a big deal of it. So don't expect any Bridget Jonesesque whining. I can't stand it or her and if she was real then she would be my nemisis or any Carrie Bradshaw's shallow philosophising which marr the end of most "Sex and the City" episodes. It would be much more fun if it was Samantha.......
This weblog begins in England, in fact my home town where nothing ever happens. I am in between jobs waiting to start a new life in Syria after a debauched, hedonistic and very emotional departure from 3 years in Moscow. From the horribly delayed BA flight in Domodevo airport to the late visa arrival for Syria the whole stay of 10 days has been a catalogue of disasters but I do have a slight penchant for attracting chaos.
It even went mad in my home town, Rawtenstall where a man on the council estate lost his mind, shot a police officer and revealed his abundant supply of guns and firearms. The debate now is was Crusty Man mad or bad....the best bit is that it all went off near where my brother lives with his girlfriend and three kids and they had ring side seats....But that's another story....
The reasoning behind this weblog is that I was getting into the habit of sending group emails whenever I went somewhere new. I don't wish to repeat this habit. Group emails rile everyone, myselt included so if you want to read about my life then it's your choice rather than having it forced on you on your gmail account.
As I said, it won't be the portrayal of the strengths of SWT, neither is it written to impress anyone. Just to let everyone know what's going on and even get some outsiders if they're interested....