Culture is as culture be.
In a six month visit in England many long years ago, I found very little problem operating the shifter with my left hand, popping the bonnet to check the lube, and stowing in the boot. Immersion it was as I was stationed with the R.A.F. Due care was needed in the roundabouts with a full lorrie with a tag along. Although it was over thirty years ago, it all came back to me in 2000, when I visited Ireland. I quickly reverted to the driving on the proper side of the road as soon as my left hand started to move the shifter. The economic difference hit again whilst traveling in Northern Ireland, as the petrol was 82p per litre. While many were griping about the cost of petrol in the U.S. 1.37 USD per US Gallon, that translated to 18p per litre at the time. Ethol was far more dear. I live in Massachusetts where it is alleged to be Taxachusetts. Here has nothing on the Exchecquer in the UK. If you think a state sales tax is bad, wait until you meet VAT. I realize my neighbours in Canada face a good deal of this with HST, GST, PST on darn near everything.
During my teen years, I lived for one full year as an exchange student in Scotland. I found it interesting that my middle class family in the U.S. was far wealthier in terms of standard of living than my well off Scot family. In the U.S. I had a large room of my own, in Scotland I shared with my two "brothers". I have always had a very well rounded American vocabulary. It took me a couple of months to be up to speed in English. I suffered in spelling BTW. Schooling was by far a different world from what I had experienced in the U.S. I am grateful for the opportunity that the year in Scotland brought to me an understanding our differences that make us who we are. Fortunately one of my "brother"s had bet that he would out grade me in school. That was the challenge needed to work on my studies. In the end I just barely squeaked past him at the end of the year. Both of us were listed with honours. (My spelling had improved). On the social side, my "brother" and I went everywhere together, and I was the "foreigner that was with him for the year." I did not mind, as that gave me some in with the other teen neighbours. It took me a long time before I could hold my own in a football match.
When you go, do enjoy the educational work. Then decide what is is you really want. You may wind up back home again.