In 2023, a couple of months into my role as Accommodation Officer, I wrote a short article here to share my admiration for our knowledgeable colleagues and generous volunteer hosts. I was enthused by the meticulous preparation behind every match and the holistic support provided to our service users.
Two years later, as life leads me away from the UK — and from my role as Accommodation Officer at JRS UK — my attachment to the project has only deepened. I have witnessed the tangible impact of our At Home short-term placements on people experiencing homelessness. I have heard from Emilie House’s residents about the crucial difference a safe place to rest, cook, and care for oneself makes for a woman. I have felt the transformative power of a similar haven for men who have crossed borders and endured long and painful journeys.
I am proud to have contributed to the success of a project that not only fosters cultural integration and community cohesion but also supports the personal development of our guests and residents. Through meetings and activities, conflict resolution and one-to-one support, we have shaped a unique model that makes a real difference. All of you – supporters, volunteers, and staff – should feel proud for your part in this wonderful work.
Finally, as I prepare to leave for pastures new, I want to express my deepest admiration and most heartfelt gratitude to you, whom we call our refugee friends. Because everything we do is about, for, and with you. And because over the past two years, you’ve made me think and research, create and build, laugh and cry — and so much more. So…
Thank you for sharing your stories — joyful childhood memories from ‘back home,’ as well as the harsh parts of your journeys. I carry with me the horror of crossing the Libyan desert and the heartbreak of being separated from your children — but also the image of a young boy chasing hedgehogs in Kashmir, a teenage Angolan girl stealing a special bird dish reserved for men, and the blessing of a too-short marriage with a beloved husband.
Thank you for working so hard to be present, to support your housemates, and to be generous with us. I will remember your smile when you’d win a card game, your quiet focus when writing a heartfelt poem, the smell of traditional Ethiopian coffee, and the taste of your puff puffs.
Thank you for following, trusting, and often guiding us. I won’t forget our lively conversations about languages, football, religion, — even Bollywood stars! And I’ll cherish the vivid memories of delicious Christmas and Iftar dinners, vibrant garden parties, and sunny picnics in the park.
Thank you also for continuing to study, learn, and try new things — whether using a computer, knitting, or acting on stage. Thank you for your resilience, and for reminding me how much strength faith can give.
And thank you for saying that Amy-Leigh and I had “put you back on track,” for offering your future home “once you get your papers,” and for simply telling me that seeing me leave makes you “sad on the inside.” I’m sad too — but we are lucky to be sad, because this little bit of our journey together has been so full of joy.
Laurence
