Although I do not live in Boston (30 mins North), I do work here, I went to college here.

In fact, I work one street over from the explosions.

It’s surreal to think I almost got up from my desk at lunch time, to walk over to Boylston st. to watch the runners. It was a beautiful day, so why didn’t I?

But I heard the explosions, and knew it wasn’t right. My boss came over to my desk to ask if I just heard that noise..the 2nd noise. And then we heard the sirens, people yelling and the beginning of one of the worst days in Boston.

I spent almost 13 hours in the building – the last few horrified, confused, and sad. The news came in quick, andthe  cell phone towers jammed…people were in panic mode. I called everyone, trying to get someone to be in front of the tv to tell me what exactly had happened. A bomb wasn’t even in my thoughts yet.

I finally got out of the city. But it was unreal..unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced.

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News crews are everywhere, all the time. Copley Square/Plaza, where the biggest medical tent is, is my route to work. I walk past it everyday. I was just taking photos of the finish line on Monday morning and thinking I should make my way over, even just to hang out for a few minutes…because it was a beautiful day.

The city feels sad in the morning now, it feels lonely, cold, and awkward. Military personal are everywhere. Police line the streets in their bright yellow jackets, at every street corner. Sirens are the only noise in the morning. The only thing that comes to mind is “Police State”.

I also know it’s going to take time before the city even begins to look normal, never mind feel normal. I know the marathon tourists will leave, the city will empty of police and military, and all that will be left behind are the scars on the streets and on the residents who live and work here.

It’s weird driving home after a day like that. It’s weird putting life into perspective as you’re trying to evacuate a city. It’s weird sitting at home at night, trying to make sense of what just happened. And then you sleep, you wake up and go through another day…and just like that, you keep living your life with that aching memory of April 15th, 2013.

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