I’ve had an uneasy feeling in my stomach all week.
Not only because the general election has come and gone, producing a shock result – although altogether rather displeasing (#VoteLabour) – but because of the recent terror attacks.
Since March this year, the UK has faced three major terror incidents.
Three terror attacks in three months.
Two of these spaced less than three weeks apart.
The Manchester bombing at the Ariana Grande concert occurred two months to the day after the Westminster attack. Less than two weeks later, a day before the One Love Manchester concert, eight people were killed while enjoying their Saturday night out.
When will this end?
These attacks seem to be becoming more and more frequent, which quite frankly is terrifying.
I don’t want to live in a world where you have to look over your shoulder every time you walk down a street or visit a major tourist attraction.
I don’t want to be scared seeing an empty bag sitting on the tube, assuming the worst.
I don’t want to be afraid to go about my day to day life in fear something could happen.
But for a young, immigrant woman living in London, this is our reality right now.