I’m safe. I had just biked to work when the explosions went off in Copley. I didn’t hear or see anything, but my roommate was just mere blocks away and felt the blasts. I’m thankful to hear that my friends and loved ones are safe and that so many people reached out earlier in the day. Sorry I was at work and I wasn’t the most responsive. I didn’t mean to worry anyone.
I’m just looking at photos of the finish line now and it’s turning my stomach to see the carnage. I biked the marathon route last night at midnight and now it just feels surreal to look at the same spot I stood on just hours beforehand. It has been a crazed day. I wish we had closed the bakery as soon as we heard what happened. It’s hard to read the recaps now since I spent most of the afternoon and evening not knowing how serious the explosions really were. Even amongst the chaos, it’s good to know that over 2,000 people offered a place to sleep for displaced marathon participants within an hour of it happening.
Summer 2011, excluding my monthlong trip to the Netherlands. I was actually pretty bummed out in Holland since the study abroad experience didn’t quite live up to my expectations.
I took a ton of photos with a disposable camera that summer, started going on bike dates with friends, rode in a few Critical Masses, fell in love with a really amazing woman, learned a bunch from working on a food truck, and swam in Turtle Pond for the first time. I have rather nostalgic memories from it. When September came around, I really didn’t want it to end.
Right as I stuck myself, my leg spazzed and I panicked. I probably could have reacted better to that situation. Meh, let’s hope that doesn’t happen next time…
I just realized that I missed The Food Project’s Summer Program deadline for Crew Leaders because I mixed up the due dates with the Crew Workers by two months. Such an oversight on my part and such a disappointment.
I really want to work with another advocacy organization that is has a solid youth program! I’m bummed that they just fell off my list for potential employers for this year. Maybe next summer?
4 months on T. nuff said.
I’m frustrated with
… my job search prospects
… feeling discontent after an interview
… my right arm still hurting after three weeks
… conflicting interests
- The process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions.
Brunch, gardens and seeds, Diesel, thrifting, new friends, and trading bike maintenance for beers. That’s my kind of completely unplanned day.
So now I can track what times of the year I tend to keel over from the common cold, how often I get cough drops stuck to my tongue ring, and why drinking tea with tons of honey will save me from this hell.
I’m now going by singular they/them. :)