After an overly dramatic breath in a sighed exhale out I zipped up my rolling bag full of carefully selected clothing and accessories. I was ready to go to the airport on my way to London, England. Similar to when I visited New York a couple summers ago I’m was like a child on Christmas morning about this trip. Riled up, full of suspense, and a tiny bit scared that real deal wouldn’t live up to the vision in my head. While I’m not a child anymore, I’m still that little jerk full of that cornucopia of emotions.

I had been preparing for this trip for a few months. My manic but totally usual behavior of pack, edit, repack cycle completed, I fussed more than usual over my carry on personal bag. “What was there to fuss over?” I kept asking myself. Really it’s a bag with my laptop, gum and lip moisturizer and travel documents. Nothing unusual. My excitement was making me uber critical. I ran through the trip calendar in my head for what felt like the thousandth time and I came to no new conclusions. Clothing in tow, I reminded myself about what I’ll be doing while wearing them.

Surely I’ll find myself in Selfridges on Oxford. It’s THE department store to go to in London after all. I fantasized about the eye candy I was sure to slurp right up while I trace my fingers ever so gently along the luxurious fabrics of the garments.

I must go see the historic district of Savile Row famous for the bespoke gentlemen’s tailoring and the Beatles final concert. Now I’m a sucker for both tailoring and Fab Four so this is sure to be an absolute delight for yours truly.

After I get my fill of history I’ll likely head over to Bond Street to take in some of the city’s, and the fashion industry’s, most beloved modern brands. McQueen, Burberry, Chanel, Dior, Dolce & Gabbana, Etro, Vuitton, Mulberry, Beckham and McCartney are just some I am itching to see up close.

Thanks to the recommendation of a friend and local makeup artist I’ll be stopping by Fortnum & Mason as well as Liberty department stores to get a sneak peek into stores available only on London. I may even take in the afternoon tea like I imagine high society of years past must have enjoyed. Or maybe just use the free WiFi.

My dear friend also recommended I peruse Shoreditch area for the famous vintage stores. A fanatic of secondhand finds I am so I most certainly will. There are few thrills bigger than finding a piece that makes your spirit sing while knowing you’re giving a garment a second – or third – life.

"Aghhhhhhhhh, the expectations are building up again," screams the voices in my head.

"Don't be ridiculous. It will be fine. Likely, more than fine." calms the other voice in my head. 

After another overly dramatic breath in a sighed exhale out I walk out the door to the cab waiting for me. Yes, there’s so much to see and do and it’s up to me to just go do it already. Do it I will.