I was plugging away at work this morning. I was a normal day. My boss and I were checking out articles in the local newspaper about the Boston Marathon and a local man who's running in the race today. I remember how festive Marathon Monday is in Boston. I usually keep Facebook on in a tab in my browser and check in frequently. There were a couple of posts asking something like "What's going on? I heard loud booms." Then my Facebook feed went crazy with posts about the bombing at the Boston Marathon.
I've been sitting here in shock. I've been able to watch MSNBC in the office. The bombing was just a few doors down from the Starbucks I used to work at and only a few blocks from The Boston Conservatory. This was my stomping grounds. I am sick to my stomach seeing the city I love in chaos. I had many friends downtown watching the marathon, and they've been checking in that they're okay. I've been homesick for Boston lately, and watching this coverage is very disturbing.
Boston is my city and my home. It is tough to be 4,000 miles away. I'm sure we'll learn more in the coming hours and days, and I hope that whoever is responsible for this is found and punished.