Princess Sarah

I want to be a princess.

Okay, I know... every little girl wants to be a princess. But that youthful royal-pining comes back every once in awhile, especially when there's a royal wedding.

I mean, I've always had royal aspirations. As long as I can remember, I've wanted to go to England. And then, at 16, my wish was granted and I spent a week in London. I fell in love with the city and vowed to return. But I want to focus on a particular event. During my marvelous week in London, I took a bus tour. A tour that would change my life. We were zooming around the streets of London when our tour guide announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, as we pass the next street here, we will have our first glimpse of Buckingham Palace." The passengers excitedly situated themselves to see the view. And then we saw this

And what my initial thought? "I want to be a princess." My wheels started to turn as I concocted my brilliant plan. First I considered my options, which led me to two candidates, William or Harry. Hmm... well, William is much too old for me, I mean we're like 10 years minus 3 days apart. No William for me. So that left Harry. Harry the partying, Nazi-uniform wearing redhead. Not a lot of charming qualities, especially the latter one, but I would live in Buckingham and that's good enough for me. Next, I planned how to get back to England. I would go after every opportunity I could to make it to London: study abroads, internships, jobs, even graduate school. I would get there, and then it would only be a matter of luck and charms before I would become Princess Sarah.

Yes, I was an interesting 16 year old. Luckily, sense and maturity came with age and I soon abandoned a hopeless dream.

Fast forward to April 29th, 2011. No, I wasn't up at 2 AM in the morning to watch the royal wedding live. Actually, I really didn't care much about it. I'm more interested in British politics than Royal celebrations these days. But I was bored, so I watched the reruns on my laptop. I watched Kate step out of the Rolls-Royce, I admired her dress, I watched her walk down Westminster Abbey, cool and collected. I was hooked. I watched the ceremony and the long carriage ride back to Buckingham. I watched the famous two kisses on the balcony. I even scanned through the photo album of the royals' hats. Princess fever was back. And with it my plan.

So my fellow "Harry hunters", let the games begin. Princess Sarah is back!!

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