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Feeling kinda guilty...

On the 8th, I wrote a bitter entry about an interview I saw on TV during which there were some 'unfriendly' remarks about Americans. I got quite a few emails and comments on this entry and I'm feeling kinda guilty about ever writing it for more than one reason...
Firstly, it makes my husband seem like a bit of a jerk which he's not. Far from it or I wouldn't have moved 5000 miles away from my friends and family to live here with him (nor would I have married him). Sure he laughs at the odd American joke (as do most British people), but he's a wonderful man and I'm crazy about him. I also have to give him credit where credit is due because the poor man has had to take the brunt of my emotions on more than one occasion (to no fault of his own)! Too many times he's been guilty by nationality and he's taken it really well every time. I wouldn't want anyone to think anything different.
Second - I know there are people who visit this blog who are either new to the UK or soon to be moving here. I don't want to put people off or give them any preconceived ideas about life in this country. This blog is about my experiences only and I'm in no way saying that it's the way it is for all Americans living in the UK. I've been here over a year and a half and expected to have more of a normal life by now. With no friends here to speak of I get lonely and feel alienated, so maybe I'm a bit more sensitive to things than others might be. I hear from a lot of people who love living in England, have a load of friends and would never think of moving back. Different people have different experiences and just because at times it's been difficult for me doesn't mean that it's the same for everyone. Please keep that in mind as you read this blog.
That being said - if there are people that visit this blog that have some positive feedback to add for those who are faced with moving here or have recently done so - I'd love for you to share your experiences with me and the visitors to this blog...
Thanks so much!

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