Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Hometown

I'm learning what it's like to have your hometown bombed. Two blocks from where my sister and I went to elementary school. Right through where my mom walks to work every morning. I guess every place is somebody's hometown, and Boston is mine.

I flew from Newark to Seattle last night and the whole time, all six hours as the plane flew West I kept thinking "What are you doing? Turn around. Take a train, or a bus, or walk, or more likely run, go home to Boston, to mom and dad and Anna and Brooks and your cousins. Go home. Now." But of course I just sat there, and eventually I fell asleep.

7 comments:

SmithShack71 said...

Oh, Melina.
Sending you and Boston and all of us some thoughts of light. Carry on, girl. If we don't carry on, 'they' win.

xo
Angie

Sarah said...

((hugs)) Lina....you know us Mass peeps are tough, but yes....I was in DC when the bombing happened. And I couldn't wait to get home, to my village of people, my familiar surroundings, and feel the love of home.

Diabra said...

I'm on the wrong side of the world to my people. I want to go home too. Hope doors open so you can get there soon.

Mia said...

Three years ago I was 20 weeks pregnant with my son and a third year resident in Family Medicine. I worked at the medical tent at the end of the race. It was so incredibly fun and inspiring to help runners--everyone was so kind and grateful and we had a grand old time running our area, collaborating with the seasoned nurses who helped start iv lines and check vital signs. This year three of my friends were there--also residents. Thank God they are fine but they ended up doing some really scary triage work. I am so proud of them but know that what was so fun for me was terrible for them. And although it wasn't really any kind of close call for ME, the whole thing has really devastated my heart and head. I am hugging my babies even more than I already do. Ugh.

Mia said...

Three years ago I was 20 weeks pregnant with my son and a third year resident in Family Medicine. I worked at the medical tent at the end of the race. It was so incredibly fun and inspiring to help runners--everyone was so kind and grateful and we had a grand old time running our area, collaborating with the seasoned nurses who helped start iv lines and check vital signs. This year three of my friends were there--also residents. Thank God they are fine but they ended up doing some really scary triage work. I am so proud of them but know that what was so fun for me was terrible for them. And although it wasn't really any kind of close call for ME, the whole thing has really devastated my heart and head. I am hugging my babies even more than I already do. Ugh.

A Leap into Love said...

It becomes personal when it's your hometown. Glad your family is safe.

Anonymous said...

You should go home...don't ignore your instincts.