Boston
I know, long time no update. Firstly, thank you to all for the kind and thoughtful birthday wishes. They made my day.
Secondly, I am fine. I was at work during the marathon and am stuck at home now. To get home I had to walk past one of the main hospitals where they were bringing people, I lost track of the emergency vehicles I saw.
The bombings took place down the block from where I used to work, when I was at Apple. For a good hour I couldn't get twitter or FB to reload on my phone so I was panicked that my friends were hurt. Thankfully, they weren't. Tuesday evening I met Jessie and Medra at work and we brought flowers over to the barricades then went to a multi faith service at the church a block away. It ended with a candlelight vigil and we walked over to the Commons. It was beautiful, and cathartic for all.
Seeing Copley so desolate upset me. Not only did I work there for 2 years, I spent about 2 semester up in the Fine Arts dept of the Boston Public Library. Jess and I often took evening walks when we needed to get away from the dorms/homework and usually ended up around there. These kids messed with my home, they took the joy from thousands that day and made a beautiful place and beautiful event into a chaotic bloody mess and I don't think any amount of prayer will allow me to forgive them for that.
Yesterday was Laura (my brother's gf, and soon to be fiancee? I'll go into that later) 30th bday and she's having a party on Saturday. My family was invited and I was supposed to be going into NYC. For obvious reasons that's not happening. I'm so angry and upset. I've been looking forward to this for months, this is the only thing I've had to look forward to for a few months...
The place where the car was taken from last night is on the street where I work. It was abandoned on the street where my friend Steph lives.
I just want this all to end.
Secondly, I am fine. I was at work during the marathon and am stuck at home now. To get home I had to walk past one of the main hospitals where they were bringing people, I lost track of the emergency vehicles I saw.
The bombings took place down the block from where I used to work, when I was at Apple. For a good hour I couldn't get twitter or FB to reload on my phone so I was panicked that my friends were hurt. Thankfully, they weren't. Tuesday evening I met Jessie and Medra at work and we brought flowers over to the barricades then went to a multi faith service at the church a block away. It ended with a candlelight vigil and we walked over to the Commons. It was beautiful, and cathartic for all.
Seeing Copley so desolate upset me. Not only did I work there for 2 years, I spent about 2 semester up in the Fine Arts dept of the Boston Public Library. Jess and I often took evening walks when we needed to get away from the dorms/homework and usually ended up around there. These kids messed with my home, they took the joy from thousands that day and made a beautiful place and beautiful event into a chaotic bloody mess and I don't think any amount of prayer will allow me to forgive them for that.
Yesterday was Laura (my brother's gf, and soon to be fiancee? I'll go into that later) 30th bday and she's having a party on Saturday. My family was invited and I was supposed to be going into NYC. For obvious reasons that's not happening. I'm so angry and upset. I've been looking forward to this for months, this is the only thing I've had to look forward to for a few months...
The place where the car was taken from last night is on the street where I work. It was abandoned on the street where my friend Steph lives.
I just want this all to end.