Pardon some of this post, I am going to use slang and shortened words as I would in every day speaking just as I would if I were talking to a local. If you have a question about anything feel free to ask. I could not express myself correctly if I were to correct how I would say it if we were speaking face to face. Also it will be long, how I love where I live, my feelings and the events of the last week.
Unless you have only come to my blog to enter giveaways and not read personal posts or the About Us section you should know I live in Eastie. For those of you not familiar with Boston, Eastie is where Logan is located. We live a block from the airport and you actually become used to the sound of planes taking off and landing, so when there were no planes it was eery to say the least. If you walk to the end of my street there is a playground and just behind that a harbor walk, which follows behind some airport buildings and ends at the Logan Hyatt. I was born in a Boston hospital and grew up just over the Tobin in Chelsea. For 31 years I have lived in the immediate Boston area and I would not change that one bit.
If you are a Bostonian, Masshole or even a New Englander you will understand our complaints about the weather, but still love it all the same. I mean who wouldn’t complain when one day it is 70 degrees and the next you get hit with a snowstorm. Even in the middle of summer when we are battling horrible humidity I have learned not to put away all the warm clothes. Sure it won’t drop to 15 degrees, but there can still be some cold nights, even still I could never move. Whenever I am away, despite enjoying my vacation or trip for whatever reason I long for home. I become homesick.
As a child Boston seemed “so far away,” from Chelsea, but in all actuality less than 4 miles away. It was such a big deal when as a pre-teen we all jumped on the bus without our parents permission and headed to Haymarket to go to Faneuil Hall or Downtown Crossing. Now living in Eastie I walk a couple blocks to Maverick, hop on the T and can go anywhere just about. Within 20 minutes I can walk the Freedom trail, shop Downtown, ride a duck boat and hang out by the Charles. Just yesterday we went to the GCDC in Cambridge hosted by Diaper Lab then jumped back on the T after and spent the remainder of the day at the Children’s Museum.
The history surrounding me is simply amazing. Buildings and locations that founded our country all within a short ride on the T or by car. Places like Lexington and Concord that hosted Revolution battles, Paul Revere’s home, Boston Common, Bunker Hill, Plymouth Rock and Salem to name a few, some with nearly 400 years of history. I’ve also loved having such a rich history. It is partly what made me proud to be from Mass. Sure our accent is made fun of, but it is our own and no one (no matter how hard they try) can get it just right.
When the marathon finish line was bombed on Monday. I was just in shock. Marathon Monday, Patriots Day! Sure other attacks or natural disasters upset me. I was in high school when Columbine happened and it did leave me afraid, 9/11 left me worried of other attacks, Newtown, CT. children the age of Khloe just enjoying their lives. All had some emotion behind them for me. I am not lessening the sadness of any of them including the plant explosion in West, TX. that was forgotten and barely spoke of over the last few days because of the marathon attack. While I am upset over them all they never hit as closely as this attack. Sure after most of the above mentioned events I was nervous, scared, watched the news or read articles here and there, but never was I so anxious and afraid as I was this last week as I am sure anyone with local or personal ties to the other events feel. I moved on quicker like most everyone else does after the initial news of what has happened, went on with every day life because while sad “it was not me or my family.”
Let me explain why this touched me a bit more. I have lived here for 31 years and never headed into Boston to watch the runners, every year I intend to and want to, it’s just never happened. While a lot of Boston and even Mass. shuts down for Patriots Day as a child my mother always worked (she was head of security for a terminal at Logan) and as I became older it was not a holiday any job I worked closed for. What is Patriots Day exactly? Many asked why it is a holiday (and most schools around here are on April break by this Monday). It is the anniversary of the battles of Lexington and Concord, the first battles of the revolutionary war.
Monday was like any normal weekday for us. We woke up, had breakfast, watched some cartoons, played, had lunch and waited for hubby to get home at 3pm. Just as he pulled up I checked Facebook on my phone and saw a friend had posted “Wtf is going on in town right now?” and two different replies “bomb explosion at the finish line” and “Multiple casualties.” Thinking her friends were busting balls I instantly opened up MyFoxBoston to find it was true and switched the TV over to the news. Had Richie’s daughter Ari occupy the girls with various activities as we watched it unfold. I could not believe what was happening. Not our city. It was always every where else, not here. Ari’s mom wanted her to come back home (she was here for vacation week) and I didn’t blame her, they are south of the city a ways and if I were in her shoes I too would want my children home away from the worst of it.
The remainder of the week I tried to keep things as normal as possible and not watching the news. Hubby went to work, the kids played outside. Life was normal, but heightened anxiety. Whoever did this was still out there and close to our home. Saddened, upset, pissed by this attack I opted not to blog this past week, despite several review and giveaway products stacking up, some I am already behind on due to illness and being mad at myself for having lost my wallet (or allowing it to be stolen). I just could not push myself to write and even if I tried it would not have been good.
On Thursday night after everyone was a sleep I turned on a DVR show and when it was finished the station it had recorded on had the news on. They were talking about madness. A robbery, killing of an MIT officer, police chase with bombs being thrown, a shoot out in Watertown and a transit cop being wounded. I tuned in just as one suspect was down and it was not known he was one of the bombers they had just released information on. Once it was determined I could not fall a sleep, they were hunting for the second. I tried so hard to sleep knowing that hubby would leave for work at 5:30am and the kids would be up by 11am at the latest. Watertown is just 11 miles from us, this man is still loose, we live next to Logan. I was scared. I needed to know what was happening. Hubby woke for work and headed in. Lock down was issued for Watertown and surrounding cities, but not Boston (just a small area). T service was suspended, Logan grounded, taxis off the road, hospitals locked down. They were on Mt. Auburn St. the same street just a little ways from where I delivered Kaylee and Kaleb at Mt. Auburn hospital. The injured officer was taken there.
Then it happened. The governor declared Boston on lock down. I was home, alone, with the kids and my hubby is now trapped at work. I called and texted back and forth with him. He works one city over in Chelsea where I grew up and despite their not being on lock down, the nursing home he works at was. I wanted him home and now. The drama queens were restless, it was a beautiful 70 degrees out, the nicest day we’ve had to date and they did not understand why they were stuck inside. Finally he was able to get out and came home at noon with his mother. Still stressed, I was relieved to have him home. We could not stop watching the news. I had to watch. My uncle (who for some reason does not speak to me anymore and acts meanly towards our family) is State Police Bomb Squad. He had been in Boston since Monday and there was no way he was not in Watertown. Even if they did not have all bomb squads there or he wasn’t needed knowing him I knew there was no way he would not be there. We might have our issues, but he is my uncle, my family and I do love him still. I was worried.
By Friday night I was on no sleep. Who knows if this man was even still in Watertown, he could be any where now. They had a press conference removing the lock down and restoring T service despite him still on the run, Diaper Lab canceled their GCDC event. Being in Cambridge where they lived it was only smart. Worried we would be in the middle of changing diapers and a lock down would happen families with children are stuck in a building with limited food and supplies for who knows how long. I was sad. I have attended the last two years and hated that we would miss joining in because of this coward. Just moments after all this happened, we finally changed the channel and began watching something not news. I was chatting on Facebook and preparing to write some reviews despite not really feeling in the mood to when I saw everyone posting they got him. I made hubby put it back on, watched the replays of videos hearing the shots fired. Watched as they moved in with robots to make sure he didn’t have a bomb. His brother blew himself up who knew if he intended to do the same. Then we waited and waited and finally they had him! Facebook went crazy, Boston went crazy, the world went crazy! GCDC was back on which meant waking early to be on time. I began prepping for the next day and I could hear BPD sirens as they returned to the precinct up the street, could hear people screaming and cheering them on as they returned. Watched as towns all over praised their officers for getting this scumbag.
Yesterday was a happy day. We woke at 6am, showered, dressed and left by 8:30am to Maverick station which was guarded by 2 State Police officers. Blue line for 2 stops and then a switch to orange line at State. We saw 4 BPD officers full gear walking towards the way we came, the drama queens asked if they helped catch the bad men and then thanked them as they passed. 1 stop to Downtown crossing, walk to Park and red line to Davis. We then walked to the VFW (getting lost and ended up on the wrong side) and near the station saw a pair of running shoes setup with flowers in them. Not sure if someone left them for someone injured or just as a tribute in general. Had a great change, spoke with some great vendors including my contact from Happy Family, got an amazing swag bag and even won a raffle prize! Let the kids play for a bit after (they had Knucklebones come in with awesome play stuff) and decided since we were so close to the Children’s Museum to head over. After a great day we headed home and saw 4 Homeland Security officers and 2 Transit officers at South Station. It just felt safe so we decided to have a pizza at the station because we all realized it was already 4:30pm and we had only had snacks through out the day. It was great to be out. It was amazing to feel safe again.
I do want to apologize for West, TX. who was virtually passed over in the news. I am saddened for them and hope they can find answers on what went wrong at the plant. I understand how some can be upset by them not getting much media exposure because it was all Boston. While I am not saying it was right, I am trying to imagine it in the media’s point of view. Boston was attacked by what most from the get go believed to be terrorists. It was uncertain how many there were, if there were more bombs or something else was planned. This doesn’t just effect Boston, they could be part of a group that intends to attack other cities and states. While West as some put it had more victims and was just as sad, if not more so, it was uncertain if the events in Boston had the potential for more bloodshed and death. The plant was an accident, a bad accident and still under investigation while the marathon was an attack. I imagine if it was determined that the plant was attacked and blown up coverage on both would have been equal, but media goes with the bigger story. Yes West was upsetting, horrible, lives and homes were lost or injured/destroyed. After the explosion it was a matter of finding those missing, mourning the dead and trying to move on. Do you think the marathon would have gotten as much exposure had it just been a malfunction that caused an explosion? I doubt it, the news would have briefly talked about an explosion at the marathon, told us how many were killed and how many were injured and moved on. Do I think it is wrong? Yes, but at the same time people needed to know they were safe and that no one else had to worry about more attacks. Do I think West could have used a bit more exposure? Yes, I think more than a few minutes once on our local news was needed, but again the marathon bombers and manhunt was an on-going story, new stuff happening minute to minute, while West once outside the local area was something that had already happened and was being reported on. Had the marathon attack not happened outside of Texas, West still would have been a few minutes on the nightly news and not much more. So I do understand some of the upset, I do believe some are getting too pissed off about it.
Now here are some random pictures from our life all around Boston!