I am angry.
I felt scared.
I wasn't even in the city Monday.
No one I know personally has been injured, thank goodness, but it's all too close for comfort.
After the police and FBI swept campus yesterday, it was cleared to attend evening classes. It was a surreal experience to drive onto a normally hustling and bustling campus on a beautiful, spring evening. We took care of the business of graduate school in a somber state, managing to have a few laughs and avoiding deep conversations. No one was on the road on my drive home, as I passed friends, family and neighbors walking to a candle light vigil. As I drove the beach home, like I do every Tuesday, I couldn't help but look in the side view mirror, with the Boston sky line smiling at dusk, reminding me that we are strong, we are Boston.