Up until today, I've thought of Boston (foolishly) as some type of secondary metropolis; that was somehow immune to these kinds of attacks. These kinds of things happen in "big" cities. Not my city. My city is beautiful, bustling but inwardly cheerful...safe. The idea of that safety was stolen from all of us Bostonians today.
But you know what? Things that are stolen can be found, and they are ours to take back. We're sad today, and vulnerable. But we're Boston, and if there's any city that's tough, it's ours – it’s us. Hell, we put us with hellish weather for at least half of the year, just for one day in the sun. We can do this.
We can’t fully prevent horrible tragedies like this, but we can vow not to let fear of them overtake us. My thoughts are with all those hurt, in any way, by this tragedy. I hurt for my city, but certainly not in the way that others were (and do) hurt. Boston, you’re my home and I love you always.