I’ll never drive a car in the UK

I’ll never drive a car in the UK

Okay, maybe never is a strong word. But honestly, I have no desire to learn how to drive in the UK.

Back in the States, I am a licensed and confident driver. My mom taught me how to drive in parking lots and cemeteries, I went to the BMV and passed my tests on the first try, and I spent almost a decade happily driving without a care in the world.

Sure, there was that one time a cop pulled me over in my driveway for speeding on the way home because I needed to pee and there was also that one minor incident where I hit a car in front of me that slammed on its brakes, but apart from that, driving in the States for me was not a problem.

But here in the UK? Heck no. I have no desire to drive on these roads. Why?

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I was promised grey skies, not a heat wave.

I was promised grey skies, not a heat wave.

Remember in my last post when I mentioned that I planned on sharing my complaints about living in the UK because it’s too fun to complain not to? I wasn’t lying. It’s only been three days since that last post and I’m already ready to throw out my first complaint:

I was promised grey skies, not a heat wave.

London is often portrayed as a place of grey skies and moderate temperatures. Sure, there are usually a few days of sunshine and occasionally it’ll snow, but for the most part it’s just sort of blegh. (And I think most Brits like it that way because it gives them an easy topic to complain about.)

Coming from a state where we get all four seasons, I was okay with the prospect of losing my white winters and hot summers. While I enjoy looking out the window when snow first hits the ground, it often becomes more of a chore than a wonder. And the sun? Her and I don’t get along too well. I hate the feeling of my skin cooking and the increased amount of sweat that comes with higher temps. I just don’t like it.

So just imagine my joy and wonder when I finally move to the UK and suddenly it’s a freaking HEAT WAVE!

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It’s been three crazy months. Have you missed me?

It’s been three crazy months. Have you missed me?

It’s been a while since I last posted, hasn’t it? A little over three months, yeah?

Whoops.

I realise it’s a bit rude to just abruptly stop posting for such a long period without any explanation, but hey, I do have a good excuse for my disappearance.

I’ve finally moved to the UK to live with my husband!

That’s right, after six-and-a-half years of a mostly long-distance relationship (note: do not recommend), Dave and I have finally managed to sort out that whole visa situation. We’re finally able to exist as a real-life “normal” couple. Amazing, right?

Let me catch you up.

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