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On Moving Forward: Reflecting on the Boston Bombings


It has been an emotionally taxing year for everyone in Boston. First, Hurricane Sandy slammed the entire Eastern Seaboard and left thousands of people without homes. That was followed by winter storm Nemo, and people were urged to stay off the roads for their own safety.

Then two weeks ago, the entire city was under lockdown while a battle raged between law enforcement and the Marathon Monday bombing suspects. I had never felt unsafe here until the Friday after the bombings, when I was forced to stay in my apartment as a safety precaution against the suspects at large.

The night before the lockdown on Friday, April 19th, I heard about the MIT police officer who had been shot from a friend of mine. I was chatting on Facebook with him, and I remember saying the shooting was probably not connected with the bombings.

[pullquote]I remember saying the shooting was probably not connected with the bombings[/pullquote]

“The robber must have been caught off-guard by the officer and that was the only reaction he had,” I thought. I went to bed around 1 a.m., right after we finished talking. I didn’t think much of it, and figured it would pass after a bit of news coverage the next day.

The next morning was possibly the most disoriented I have felt in all of my 19 years. I had multiple text messages from my university’s alert system urging me to stay inside and report any suspicious activity in my area. I had texts from the same friends who had asked if I was okay that Monday, and I had no idea why. I quickly opened my computer and began sifting all the news outlets I could think of to figure out what had happened. In the seven hours I had been asleep, there had been a car jacking, a car chase, and a shoot-out.

I spent that Friday from 8 a.m. to 7 p.m. in my pajamas and glued to my TV, watching Anderson Cooper, Wolf Blitzer, and other famous CNN newscasters broadcasting from the T stop I use when I go down to Newbury Street. Local newscasters were broadcasting from nearby Watertown, where the second suspect was hiding. Even when the lockdown was lifted around 7 p.m., it was nerve-wracking to be outside. The entire city felt hesitant; even the air was hot and still. It wasn’t until the police captured Dzhokhar Tsarnaev that it felt like the city of Boston could exhale and relax.

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My father was in Boston for business last weekend, and was staying at the Marriott Hotel near Copley Square. I had gone to a Red Sox game with some friends earlier that day and was making my way over so he and I could grab dinner in the North End. I was waking around Copley Square when I got slightly turned around. I rounded a corner and was met with the memorial of the bombing.

It was the first time I had been in that area since the Marathon, and I was caught off-guard. Somehow I hadn’t imagined it was so close. There were hundreds of flowers, candles, posters, and news trucks still milling about the area. I was on the phone with my mom at the time, and had to hang up so I could walk closer to the memorial without feeling disrespectful. As I walked closer, I saw that the flowers, candles, and posters came from people from all over the country and the rest of the world.

But all the turmoil and heartache and fear that have littered that past few weeks in Boston is dissipating.

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