What is it about London?

What is it,,about this diverse metropolitan city engrossed in fog, rain and coldness that makes one love it for everything and yet no reason in particular?
Its busy and crowded, people are grumpy, passing you by, without smiling without even noticing your existence, finding it hard to apologize even after they half kick you off the narrow street, jump infront of you in the long morning coffee queue, and fail to say sorry after they take your seat on the overcrowded tube,,,,and yet,,,and yet there is something unreasonably attractive and conspicuous about it.
Maybe its just the sense of belonging, no matter where you are walking through the empty old streets during the nights, along the riverbank, merging in the busy crowd and clubbind scenery in Piccadilly in the West End, or jogging through Hyde Park, sitting on a near by bench to the serpentine, no matter where, in london you just belong. It doesnt matter where you are from, what language you speak, to which Diner's you go, or whether you like your coffee with skimmed soya milk, or extra foam and double choco chunk cookie on the side, you just belong. You are one of those many head walking down bond streets, trying to catch the rest of the wintersales, or one of these people sitting in the tall office buildings in canary wharf waiting for the time to strike 5pm so you can exchange your highheels for the comfy white trainers,run down the tube station, mendling your way through the thousands of commuters, reading the evening standard, listening to horrible music on their i-pod or taking a quick nap, and head for your daily aerobic, yoga or pilate classes awaiting you in the gym.
It doesnt matter whether you are one of those crowds who are invincible to the below zero temperatures waiting infront of a club for many many hours to be let in, get themselves drunk, and wake up the next morning not remembering where they were, or what they had done, and whether or not they were at home,,,,,or whether you were one of those who spend their time after work, looking the shelves up and down in waterstones in search of a great book to read at home whilst you lie on that comfy sofa and have a warm mocha,,,either way in london it doesnt matter. It doesnt concern anybody but you,,,its your life ,,, your world ,,,yourself ,,,,and you cant help but thinking that somehow you always belong....