London; New breathing ground

I want to live in London where the time is always told in black and white and the bustling streets are filled with energy from the passerby of the breathing humanity. These city streets would rule my life and my heart would pulse in unison with the beats of the street. Would my soul be still in intact if I disappeared and joined the herd of British night walkers? I'm afraid of what I might become. Would the rainy weather have an adverse effect on my health? I'm sick of this common breathing pattern. I want my heart to beat faster and my feet to feel new soil. So as soon as I have the cash, I'm gonna hop a plane and hop the border and hop the ocean to my new breathing habitat. I can live on the streets of London until my lungs give way, cave in, collapse and I stop breathing.