This has been a defining week for the way I feel about my adopted city.
On Wednesday 6 July, I was immensely - and surprisingly - proud that we had won the Olympics.
On Thursday 7 July, and today, I was immensely proud of the way we have reacted to the inevitable attack. We took a blow, but we're back on our feet again already. We allowed them one day's disruption, but this morning, on our once again running public transport, we were stoic and determined to go about our business.
London is as hard as nails. The terrorists didn't manage to extract much terror.
I've always had a slightly detached attitude towards this place, the city where I have lived for more than a decade now. Home still felt like somewhere else a couple of hundred miles away. This week, I've realised that this is home.
And I am proud to say I live here.
