Well I guess I've lurked here long enough and finally decided to join up and seek some kinship. :-/ I fear this will deteriorate into a "whinging" session (see...I'm trying to adapt!), but I'll try not to bore you in the process.
I have lived here for about 10 months now; married to a native Londoner since April '03 and officially on my Settlement Visa since then. So you'd think I'd be ok by now...acclimated and all. You'd THINK.
I did come into this with eyes wide open and knew it would be hard being away from friends and family for the first time in my life. Heck, it's my first time ever living outside of Southern California! But I found the living, breathing man of my dreams...the man I never believed I'd find and the man who I would follow to the ends of the Earth if need be. And that man makes me happy to be alive every single hour of every day...just wanted to get that confirmed first!
But I never thought it would be THIS hard. I have always been a workaholic, with tons of friends and all my family within close distance. I was fairly successful in my career, independent, active and addicted to my SUV. Now I have no friends, no car (can't drive hubby's stick shift...lame, I know), no job and pretty much no life.
The one bright spot in this dreary existence was the discovery, upon returning home from our wedding and honeymoon in the States that we were expecting! It was truly a honeymoon baby and we couldn't have been more thrilled (or surprised). I had planned on looking for a job now that I had my visa, but with this new condition upon me, I decided not to.
Well, just as I thought I was sailing through with relatively few problems, I went to my 11th week scan only to find out that the baby was only the size of a 5 1/2 week pregnancy. They advised me not to panic, but scheduled a scan for the following week to check the progress. It turned out to be unnecessary. Just a few days later I hemorhaged so badly, that we had to call the paramedics and I was rushed to the hospital. After a HORRIFYINGLY painful hospital stay, I came home and proceeded to cry for weeks on end over my miscarriage.
So that's where I am now. Just add "and no baby" to the list above.
And it's so freakin' expensive living in central London, we can't afford a trip home for a while. Hubby works his butt off just for us to get by (£1300/mo rent for a rabbit hutch...I swear!).
I'm just holding on for the opening of Harrod's Krispy Kreme at this point.
So I apologize for the length of this rant...but seriously...things HAVE to change for me. So this is my first step to doing that. I have finally come to grips with the fact that the Mexican food sucks (when you can find it), Sex and the City is a month and a half behind the US (we just downloaded it from Kazaa instead) and I can't just hop in my car and pop over to Nordstrom's (whose employees I wanted to positively embrace for their customer service when we were home last). I'm determined to somehow make this work.
Any ideas on how to do that???
Until then, thanks for listening and I hope to be an active poster in the future. Heck, I have nothing else to do...
Brooke