But it is my home.
I wasn't born here, I didn't grow up here, I haven't had many significant life moments happen here and I've spent the majority of my life elsewhere.
But....
When the riots began in London this week I felt just as strongly as any other Londoner.
I was disgusted, sickened and appalled by these idiots behaviour. I was shocked by what I was reading on BBC, facebook and witnessing via Internet videos. I was concerned and even a bit scared when they got a little too close to home. I also cheered when seeing how people were rallying together in the aftermath, as with most disorder and chaos good stories begin to emerge, people came together to make things better again.
There is no quick, simple fix for what has happened in London recently, there's no simple answer to the question of why it happened. It is wrong, wrong, wrong. It makes me angry to think that people would do this to their own areas, and for what reason? There are such bigger problems in the world. This was senseless violence that shouldn't have happened.
However, it did happen, and I really hope that London (and the rest of England) will recover alright.
I know it will. And, although I hated that it happened, it's not going to stop me from loving my (adopted) hometown.
