some days i’m reminded of why i love where i live. i love living in a majority non-white, non-christian neighbourhood. i love walking down the high street to the smell of spices. i love the markets full of interesting vegetables, the vibrant clothing, the different languages. i love the quiet side streets full of families and gardens. i love the shops selling exotic teas and sweets and music.

i feel at home here in a community of immigrants.

other people may knock it – but i wouldn’t live in any other part of london.

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