It seems a lifetime ago that I arrived on my parents’ doorstep aged 29, with two small children and a few bags after finally finding the courage to leave my marriage. I had, in the process, made us homeless and my parents, of course, took us in without question. Little did they know that would mean six months of us living in their back bedroom.
Since then, I have turned my life around from being a homeless, single parent through to a university undergrad and postgrad. During this time, I held down five part-time jobs while studying for my degrees and struggling to afford life in social housing. When I moved on to become a university lecturer, I thought I would be secure for life until ten years later I faced redundancy.