Background: I lived in England for 3 years with my boyfriend turned fiance turned husband. We repatriated to the US for a few reasons, mainly his job, my mom dying, and having babies. We moved to the US on a "5 year plan", agreeing to reevaluate things after 5 years to see which country we really wanted to stay in, since we love so much about both places (and alternately are annoyed by many things in both... such is the life I suppose!).
We have now lived back in the US for 4 years and are starting to rethink our move, and whether or not we wish to return to England. The reality is that if we did move back to England it wouldn't be until we were completely done having children, and it would be around 1-2 years away. But we are, as ever, planners. And thinkers. And so in the land of "what ifs" we've been really discussing thoroughly the reasons why I was unhappy the first time we lived in England, and how that would/could/wouldn't change if we were to do it a second time.
So I'm been reexamining my time in the UK and have found that the majority of my miserableness was preventable. And that is NOT to say I was mostly miserable, quite the contrary. I loved living there. But I found many aspects extremely difficult, and this (long) post is a sort of airing-out of those issues, as I'm sure it realtes to many mant many of you, particularly those of you who haven't been in the UK very long or are struggling and can't qutie figure out why.
1. Work
I worked 2 full time jobs while I was in the US, two jobs I adored. And It was a very long time indeed before I was able to get a job in England, so I went a long time being unemployed. And I never for once second considered the ramifications of that while I was preparing for my move. Going from Very Busy to Now What was extremely hard. Towards the end of my time in the Uk that got much easier because I found a groove, had begun making friends, had a child and the routines that go along with that. But initially I suffered from the loss of Purpose that comes with the loss of employment, and I wasn't ready for that.
2. Motive for the Move
The reality is that the only reason I moved to England was because it was the only way our relationship was going to work. In effect, I HAD to. He had the very good very stable job, I had the flexibility. It seemed the very obvious choice for me to come his way, and plus I was up for the adventure of it. But the reality is that I didn't choose to live in England really, i chose to live with this dude named David who happaned to live there. And I think a lot of times, when it is hard to adjust to England because of a situation like mine, it is easy to sort of feel like you are going to England to get the relatinoship secure (marriage, time, whatever), and to therefore not feel Permanently attached to the COUNTRY, just the man (or woman, but in my case it was a man so Ill stick with that). So part of the reason I never fully adjusted to English life is because English life wasn't what I was after, I hada very narrow vision of what I wanted (him) and everything else was sort of on the side. And when you are talking immigration matters, that isn't a really good idea.
3. Medical Care
I had a horrendously traumatic time giving birth to my first son while in England, and swore I'd never do it again. Details aren't really important, and believe me in my many years on UKYankee I've been a part of my fair share of NHS arguments. but the truth is that if we have another baby we'll be having it here in the US, my opinion about that hasn't changed. BUT. If we were to move back? I'd be totally cool with the NHS. I hateed being in a ward (like, really hated it) but that isn't enough to make me stay away. But my experience early on really soured me, and of course made me unhappy. And I am sure that in the absence of a major medical drama, I'd have been a lot happier.
4. Mom
My mother was in the US dying of cancer while I lived in England. And no matter what kind of eternal sunshiney happiness I ran into in England, I was pretty much going to resent being away from her no matter what. The life of an international romance isn't always pretty, you are always away from someone you love. But this leads me to point number 5...
5. Maturity.
In a lot of ways I just wasn't very grown up when I was 23 and first starting out with David. It is almost imperative to be bold when moving across the world, to really make your place in your new life, force yourself to be friendly, be bold in learning new areas and ways of life, and to be persistent in that search for friends that is so important. And I just wasn't. I tried to make friends, but not very hard. And of course making friends is a lot like dating, and sometimes the boldness just doesn't come for it. I was naive in thinking the move wouldn't affect me very much, then felt resentful when it did. I didn't think I would be too homesick, then felt disappointed in myself when I was. My mom dying had a lot to do with it of course, and I know that you can not pick up sticks and move to the "other" country whenever a loved one is dying, but when you are in your 20s and having babies and losing your mom, it is different. But I am more grown up now, my FAMILY is now me, my husband and our 2 boys. WE are the family now, our little group of 4 is the heart of my life, and my original family - the brothers etc - are now still unbelievably important, but not who is at the core of my life. So it is different now.
6. Materialism
I got far too caught up in missing THINGS. I missed my couch. Target. (Oh how I pined for Target). I wanted the same deoderant I had used before. I wanted the familiarity of an American Mall, the items on the grocery store shelves, the contents of Walgreens. By letting myself get so wrapped up in what I MISSED, I wasn't giving my chance to fall in love with enough new things. I did of course fall in love with a lot - because as I said before my time in England was far from horrible and if there weren't a billion things I missed about it we wouldn't even be having this duscussion - but there was a part of me that just wasn't letting go of America's hand enough to fully adjust. This is, I believe largely because of my mom dying, so I don't really beat myself up about it. But this definitely *IS* something that would change this time around. To be bolder in what I cooked. Instead of missing the sheet section at Target, to find happiness in the exploration of all the places in England to find what I wanted. Instead of missing the convenience of America (which is ALL about convenience lets be honest), I'd allow myself to take life slower and stop COMPARING all the time.
And I guess that sort of sums up why I wasn't very happy. I wasn't prepared, I was faced with some extraordinarily rough times which made the homesickness worse, I had a few bad experiences, I didn't really know what I was getting into... and then my husband's job tranferred him to the US anyway and here we are.
But in thinking about going back... and we are still FIRMLY in the "just thinking about it" stage... I know things would be different the second time around. I'd go into it knowing the learning curve can be long and hard, and to not beat myself up for not being one of the people who jsut adapt instantly. I'd go into it knowing that making friends was much more important than I thought, that keeping busy and getting involved with the community it crucial. I'd go into it knowing England isn't a fairy tale land. And I'd go into it knowing I'd struggle for a while. And that struggling is okay. And that transitions are rarely easy, but almost always worth it. And instead of comparing everything all the time, I'd make MUCH more of an effort to look on the bright side of things, to appreciate what I HAVE isntead of what I don't, and to just generally make more of an EFFORT to seek out the happiness I deserved rather than just expecting it to magically happen for me.
So! Who knows. Maybe we'll move back, maybe we won't... it is alrgely out of our hands because of my husbands job but we'll never say never. But just talking about it has felt quite good, he and I both are putting a lot of thought into what we love about each palce, what aspects we think would be best for our kids.... and instead of feeling like Oh Crap I can't believe we have to make this huge decision between two great countries... we're trying to think of it as Ho crazy unbelievably LUCKY are we that we get to choose at all??
Very lucky indeed.