As kids, we sang about bridges falling down
long before we knew where they were.
Now here I am,
walking the streets of London
for real,
with my own fair lady beside me.
Dialing inside the red phone booths
near Westminster Abbey.
Crossing Abbey Road Crossing
like The Beatles
and mildly annoying traffic.
Channeling Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts
in Notting Hill.
Suiting up, Kingsman-style,
along Savile Row.
Shopping through the West End
and Harrods.
High tea at The Savoy.
Pushing the trolley at Platform 9 3/4 at
King's Cross Station.
Watching my wife curtsy
at Buckingham Palace.
And standing at the center of time
in Royal Observatory Greenwich.
Somewhere along the way,
it hit me:
The boy who once taped Big Ben postcards
on his bedroom wall
is standing here now.
No filter.
No brochure.
No “someday.”
Just here.
Sounds exciting?
It is.
But more than that,
it’s a reminder.
If I can do this,
you can too.
Not “next year.”
Not “when things slow down.”
Not “when life is easier.”
Now.
While your knees still cooperate.
While walking all day feels normal.
While jackets still fit the way you want them to.
Before kids, bills, and responsibilities
become permanent calendar entries.
Dreams don’t expire.
But courage does,
if you keep postponing it.
So…
Where to next?