April 16, 2013 by ebostick1212
I felt punched in the gut yesterday, when I watched on with horror as the events at the Boston Marathon unraveled.
I am a born Ohioan, went to school in New Jersey, am a self proclaimed nomad, but more recently, I became a Bostonian in my own right. My family, once pretty nomadic themselves, have settled in Rhode Island, and for the last several years, my summers have included internships in Southie, humid nights on the Green Monster, and endless hours spent commuting on the T. While I don’t live there now, I have seriously considered moving back to this city that I fell in love with.
So imagine my shock as I watched familiar places, and familiar traditions become blood spattered and panicked. More importantly, what had happened to my family and friends living within the vicinity of these bombs?
I felt so unbelievably helpless being so far away. Cell phone service was jammed, so I struggled to get in touch with loved ones.
‘I’ve gotta get home.’ was my knee jerk reaction. I just wanted to make sure everyone was ok. Then after much thought, I realized…what exactly would I do if I were at home? I am not a bomb specialist, or a police officer, so how would I be helping? The best I could do was check in on all my family and friends, and offer support from afar, if needed.
Gracias a Dios, none of my loved ones were involved. A few friends living downtown are staying with family in other places, but no one was hurt. Yet I can’t help but feel a little bit lost, today. So many people have been injured, others killed, but here in Sevilla, it is a time of intense celebration and jubilance; the Feria de Abril. I feel caught in some sort of emotional limbo.
So, for those of you in Boston, friends, family, and strangers, stay safe, and know that just because I am 3000 miles away, doesn’t mean I am not thinking about you. Quite the opposite, in fact.