So this is me: I’m Rachel.
A 31 year old, newlywed (how long can you keep that title for?) British girl who’s navigating her way around expat life in the U S of A. In 2013 that man of mine, Toby, also known as the German, came home one day and said how about we move to America? He was getting a transfer to Atlanta, Georgia and who was I to say no to that little gem of an opportunity?
So we moved across that big stretch of water they called ‘the pond’ and here we are. Taking Atlanta, Georgia by storm and trying to fit as many adventures into our daily lives as possible. This is my blog all about life as an expat. The good times and the amazing adventures we find oursleves on as well as the not so good times when expat life might not be what it cracked up to be. Hey, we all have bad days right?
Before upping sticks and leaving the UK I was a journalist who worked in radio for years. I was known as a radio whore having worked for just about every major radio company in the UK! For 7 years I got up in the early hours of the morning to read the news while you were having your breakfast, I was sleep deprived with big bags under my eyes and had no social life all for the love of the job, and I did love it, it sounds like a nightmare but it was FAB!
Now though, after living life as a temporary lady of leisure for just over a year, I’m now working part time whilst exploring our surroundings, comparing life in the UK to life in the US and writing this little piece of blogland I call my own.
So grab a brew or a coffee or if it’s already wine o’clock where you are a huge glass of the good stuff and settle down for an insight into life in the States through the eyes of the British girl!
10 Random facts you might not know about this British girl:
1. The traits of a journalist are ingrained in me – I’m always asking questions. Nothing gets passed me. Just ask the German.
2. I failed my driving test in the UK twice before passing, once for not turning my head to the right. Seriously. Don’t judge me though, it doesn’t meant I’m a bad driver. Third time lucky and all that.
3. I can’t sleep with cracks in a curtain or blind. I genuinely think somebody is spying through them.
4. I was so shy as a child I would cry at men and hide behind my mum’s skirt. Things have changed since then.
5. I’ve interviewed Sir Patrick Stewart.
6. I have a genuine phobia of public toilets. It’s true. I’m scared to use them. Often I send the German to the mens to report back on the condition of them or follow a stranger into the ladies so I’m not on my own.
7. I’m a full-blown foodie. I go to restaurants with the good intentions of ordering a salad but instead words like burger or tacos or something similarly unhealthy come out of my mouth instead. It’s like having food Tourettes.
8. I am petrified of dogs, cats and basically animals in general. If I see one within seconds I’ll be sprinting in the other direction. Not good for the German who’s desperate for a dog, claiming they’re cute…
9. From the outside I may look like a sensible woman. Behind closed doors though I turn into an idiot. Just ask the German – he has to live with my idiot/nutter tendencies. They say laughter’s the best meidicine though, right?
10. My mental arithmetic is atrocious. I still count on my fingers, anything over 10 is a huge struggle.