Monday, April 15, 2013

This is a quick little post to say that besides New York, there is no other city dearer to me than Boston. I went to college there. I can't even tell you how many times I've walked through Copley Square. Emerson College is about four or five blocks down Boylston Street. My first two dorms were in Back Bay.

So when they keep showing the footage from the finish line of the Boston Marathon today, I know that location so well. In a sick, twisted kind of way, I think I've become used to seeing horrific events unfold on television---Columbine (two days later, there was a bomb threat at my junior high), 9/11, Hurricane Katrina, Virginia Tech (I was in college at the time), Aurora, Newtown. But it never gets easier to hear about something else going so tragically wrong. And when it's a place you know, it's even worse.

My friends and acquaintances are all fine, by the way. I was watching the Facebook statuses roll in this afternoon.

A friend and I were talking about our "9/11 ptsd" coming through as we learned more about what happened in Boston. We both have friends there. She didn't want to take the subway home from work today after hearing about what happened. I kept hearing planes flying low overhead. Planes flying low make me nervous.

I hope that, at some point in the future, I can stop becoming jumpy at low-flying planes and backfiring cars and crowds, which I detest anyway.

But until then--stay strong, Boston. You're a tough city and I love you.


2 comments:

  1. *hugs*

    I'm really glad everyone you know is okay.

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    1. You, too. Too close to home, even though I don't live there anymore.

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