I've moved to different countries twice for 'love'. I married an Armenian Türk after moving to Istanbul in 2010. The life experience was amazing but after a while I realised I'd married the family not just her and it culminated in me divorcing and leaving to Bulgaria where I met a much more stoic, straight forward but still sort of bat s***t crazy Bulgarian. She's amazing and the mother of my two kids, but you have to suck up the cultural differences before being happy. Luckily I've got a group of British friends here who keep everything grounded and keep me supplied with squash and cheddar.
I say do it. Go balls deep and treasure those early morning baguette runs, beer with large head and the gallic shrug.