I am British. I love Britain for all its faults and all its virtues. My husband is American and I am largely based in Los Angeles, but whenever someone asks me where home is, I automatically say 'London.'
Working away from my husband for long periods is good and bad. It stops us taking each other for granted and gives us space, but I miss him terribly.
Nothing is quite so emotional and passionate as what goes on inside of a family. People are driven to distraction by a father or a mother or a husband. Or a child.
Fortunately, my husband is an Anglophile. He even loves public transport and travelling on the Tube. I always go by bus; you can be up high and see the world.
I always tell my husband, That's it, I quit, I've done all I wanted, and he's just like, Yeah, yeah. Sure.