Hello to all of you who are about to move to the UK to be with your British loved one... on one hand I am super excited for you, your life will never be the same! On the other hand, I wouldn't have wished my first two years in the UK on my worst enemy. I won't lie to you, it's gonna be hard. I'm in the middle of getting divorced from my British husband, and it's partly to do with those first few months/years together when I moved here. Maybe my advice can help someone else.
When I moved here, I didn't know how to do anything. I didn't know how to catch a bus (because I didn't know what stop to get off at!), didn't get what all the coins were, didn't know what foods to ask for in the grocery store, didn't know how to write a check, I felt completely infantalised (if that's even a word!). I had come from Chicago, where I had lived my whole life, and I felt like everything I had learned up until then was all for nothing, because I had to re-learn all of these very basic life skills.
My husband was seemingly very understanding, but I could tell over the months that he wasn't very happy with the situation. The way he took it out on me was to withhold 'affection' shall we say. It took literally SEVEN years of me begging for him to tell me what was wrong for him to finally tell me that when he and I met in Chicago, he thought I was this very independent, feisty woman and that's what he fell in love with. Then when I moved here, I was very needy and he had to do everything. It took me a long time to get a job (I had a degree from Northwestern which meant nothing over here!) and he felt like he was doing absolutely everything - earning the money, doing the shopping (I didn't drive straight away and we lived in a rural county so you had to drive everywhere), etc. So he held a grudge all of these years for how much he had to do over that first year I was here.
Yeah, that's totally selfish of him, but it's a bit of a warning to everyone that it's very easy to fall into a 'woe is me' situation, you are a stranger in a strange land and you will be shocked at how much you took for granted. You'll want to bake chocolate chip cookies and then you'll stress and break out crying because you miss home and you realise your recipe calls for a stick of butter and they sell it here in grams. It's the little things like that which you never see coming, the little things which are going to throw you and get you stressed. I was unlucky that my husband didn't really understand how difficult it was being an expat - he thought I was going to be exactly the same girl he fell in love with in Chicago.
I definitely don't want to make anyone doubt coming over here - if you can get over the first two years then things get SO much easier. It will be even 10x easier if you get a tumble dryer
Don't forget, when you are making that solo plane trip back from visiting your sweetheart, and you feel like your heart is aching so badly that no one else could ever understand what you're feeling, we do. Pretty much everyone on here has been through something very similar. I hope my little tale didn't come across as too much of a downer, I just really don't want anyone on here to go through something similar, when maybe all you needed was a bit of a heads-up.
Erika
For the record, I'm in a new relationship and about a million times happier than I've been in, well, since I can't remember! You know American tales usually have a happy ending