A Yankee by any other name would still smell as... American?

As any American knows, Yankee is, typically, a term used to describe someone from New England. Apparently, in actual, old England, the term Yankee is used to describe anyone from the US. Imagine my confusion when I, as a barely Southern girl from Florida, found out I might be addressed as such! Blasphemy!
How ever will I rectify my self-identity?

Pish posh. I may not be from New England and the rebel flag toting Southerners might spit on my flip-flops if I introduced myself as such (Any Red Sox fans might do the same), but maybe across the pond I’ll be able to come to terms with the nickname.

Maybe it’s much more likely that I’ll be called “poppet” (dear gods of pet names, I hope so) or “love” when I move to Wiltshire County. Or maybe the moment my feet touch UK soil, someone will point and shout from across the airport “Hey, Yankee! Take your torch and stick it up your jacksy and take your load of old codswallop elsewhere, on yer bike now, ta ra!” I’ll admit that I just googled “sentences in British slang” and that came up. I am aware that the chances of encountering the aforementioned airport yeller are slim… Bummer…

Anyway, I’ll be making my transition to Yankee in September, when I move to England to attend Bath Spa University in Bath, England. And being the silly, endearingly-oblivious Americans that we are, whenever I try to explain this to someone I am met with a response something along the lines of “are you going to school for spa therapy?” or “are you going to build baths and/or spas?” To which, after the 10th time, I come back with, “For the love of-NO… No, I’m not, but that was a very educated guess.”

I go on to clarify, explaining that the university is named after the town which was named after the famous Roman baths that made it a famous spa town way back in the Georgian era. I wikipedia’ed it. The best weapon to arm yourself with is, of course, legitimate information procured from a website that isn’t supported by institutes of higher education.

Then I go on to say that I’m getting my master’s degree in Creative Writing. Oh man, if I could get a picture of the looks I get in response to that.Stick that in my scrapbook and suck it.

Anyway, back to being a yankee. Last October I returned from beautiful Japan, where I'd been living since 2011. There, I was known as a “gaijin” (foreigner) and had no hopes of fitting in even if I committed myself to living there for the rest of my life (and married a Japanese man and had the inevitably gorgeous children that come from any mix with the Japanese). Maybe in England it’ll be different. At least I can pass for a Brit (as long as I keep my mouth shut), whereas in Japan my looks… stood out. Like a donkey amongst a herd of full-bred Arabian horses.
So I have great expectations for the adventure that I’ll be embarking on come September. To a place where they speak some semblance of my language (unless I travel up to Scotland apparently) and have waist sizes other than 00, 0, or 1. And where I hopefully won’t turn down a guy because I thought he was 12 when he was actually 32… Darn those glorious Asian genes…