Although she doesn’t yet know it, our daughter is middle named “Fen” for the Back Bay fens of Boston. Although it’s the same fens for which Fenway Park was named, we chose “Fen” instead of “Fenway” because we wanted her to be named for the city and not just a baseball team or ballpark.
Tim and I sometimes joke that we see Boston with rose-colored glasses. It was just so good to us. Boston is the city where we met, where we shared our first kiss, where we fell in love. It is also where nearly four years later, while visiting from Philly over a long weekend, we were engaged. The city of Boston will always have a special place in our hearts.
Although I didn’t know anyone injured in last week’s marathon bombings, I felt touched by the events in a way I may not have if they had occurred in another city. I went to graduate school just six or seven blocks from where the bombings went off. We still have several friends in the Boston area. And in fact, one couple lives in Watertown and they were giving us play-by-play updates on Facebook during the tense day on Friday. Their home was searched by a SWAT team and a lot of the “action” was happening right outside their door. I had a pit in my stomach all day, and had a hard time getting work done. I kept flipping back to the internet between projects to see if there had been some kind of update, some kind of resolution.
I just wanted to go home, un-plug myself from the world and go to sleep. I wanted to put my daughter in a big bubble and protect her from all the bad in the world. Although I don’t want to live in fear, to let the few change the way I live my life, this week I had second thoughts. I wanted to stay inside and never go out in public again.
Friday night after baking pizza, Tim wanted to watch our NetFlix movie. The disk had been sitting untouched for a while — we haven’t been getting our money’s worth this month. This was shortly after watching the evening news where it was announced to Bostonians that they could once again leave their homes, shortly after the gunfire and the boat incident. So, to escape the movie-like drama unfolding on television, Tim tried to make me watch Zero Dark Thirty. I couldn’t take it.
We stopped the movie and instead watched the news coverage and the apprehension of the second bombing suspect. I was surprised and relieved they were able to capture him alive.
Saturday, Tim was working all day so Adelaide and I had a girls day out. We drove to Tim and my old stopping grounds in West Philly. We stopped by the farmer’s market and went to Go WEST! Craft Fest, a craft fair in the corner of the Woodlands Cemetery. It was breezy and a bit chilly, but it felt good to absorb the sunshine and breathe in the blossoming spring. Adelaide and I shared a cup of Weckerly’s carrot cake ice cream and although it wasn’t necessarily my intention, we got there in time to experience an interactive music performance by Jay from All Around This World. Adelaide enjoyed watching the other kids as much as Jay himself, but she had fun with the musical instruments too. It was such a big departure from the stresses of the week. It’s exactly the type of crowd I needed.