Reflections on Boston

It saddens me that this is the second time in the past few months that I am writing about a senseless, tragic act of violence, and I’m not even really sure what to say here that will make any sense.

I was about a mile away from the finish line during the Boston Marathon yesterday, a day which is one of my favorite days of the year. For the past 10 years I’ve been watching this marathon, most years right at the finish line. Thank goodness I wasn’t there this year.  At one point this afternoon, first we got a couple of vague texts about “explosions”, and eventually news started coming through on Twitter about 2 explosions at the finish line. Confusion led to fear, and when we were having our bags checked and being evacuated from the streets, we knew that these explosions had been very, very serious.

The bombing yesterday took my breath away. It cut away the feeling of safety that I have had here for so long. Boston is my home. I know these streets better than any other city, and it is here that I feel comfortable, that I feel like I belong. Boston is where I have grown into the person I am today, and the place where I can see myself spending the rest of my life. And now, because of one unfathomable act, I no longer feel safe in this city, my home.

I spent a good portion of the afternoon responding to texts/calls wondering if I was ok, and also trying to get in touch with friends of mine who I knew were very close to the finish line. It is an excruciatingly painful feeling knowing a bomb has exploded directly where you know your loved ones might be. It’s terrifying, and waiting for those “I’m ok” phone calls and texts felt like waiting a lifetime.

I don’t understand how we have gotten to this point where there is no longer a safe place to go. We can’t go to the movies, we can’t go to school, we can’t even go to watch one of the most historical, celebrated marathons in the world. A day that revolves around an entire city celebrating strength, endurance, and perseverance has turned into tragedy and fear.

But I have no doubt that we as a city will rally together to get through this. Just yesterday, immediately after the explosions, the Boston Police Department, EMS, the Marathon Medical Staff, and civilians acted swiftly and selflessly to help those who were injured, wounded, lost, scared, dazed, or simply in need of a place to stay warm. There were some truly heroic acts, and amidst the chaos, the strength and resilience of this city remained.

But although we are strong, we are still human. Today, I am shocked, I am devastated, I am confused, and I am angry, and I am terribly sad. For these reasons, I will not be posting again on the blog this week; I need some time to move past this on my own.

So.. Until next week. Stay Strong Boston. #LoveThatDirtyWater

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4 thoughts on “Reflections on Boston

  1. Pingback: Prayers to Boston | JennyO's Weblog

  2. I’m so glad to hear you were not as close – when I heard of the bombing my first thought was of you celebrating with a mimosa and mowing down swedish fish. I’m afraid I can relate all to well to the loss of safe feelings I have returning to the US.

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