15 Apr 2013

my place

I had a post I wanted to write today, but I obviously can’t write it now because it’s just not happening. I live in Boston. I run. I am a person who lives in Boston and runs.

And that tiny bit of Boston you saw looping on your news stations all day? That the bit of Boston where I work, where I walk, where I take phone pictures while I’m waiting to cross the street. That is my place. I was there yesterday, on my day off. We tried to out-walk a slow-bus down Mass Ave and walked the neighborhood from end to end. We caught the magnolias blooming on Commonwealth.

I wasn’t there today. I won’t be there tomorrow. But I might be there on Wednesday.

I just don’t know what to do with all this. I don’t have anything inspiring or profound or touching or useful to share; I just couldn’t say anything, but I couldn’t say nothing. So sad. So, so sad.

Posted on April 15, in boston


  1. I’ve seen a lot of reposting of the Mr. Rogers’ quote about “look for the helpers” when bad things happen. I think this is a good thought to keep. So many people jumped in to help right away. It was a barbaric act, but there are more good people in the world than bad.

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