The View From My Parents’ Window

imageThis is the view from the living room of my parents’ house in Watertown, MA. It’s the house I grew up in, the place I called home (and still do in many ways) for most of my life. This has been the most surreal morning to see your town on the news in a such a manner, to be scared for your loved ones that live within proximity to the manhunt, to be angry at the terrorists, and to be twisted in knots because you can’t do anything about it.

Needless to say, blogging, writing, etc. feels pretty pointless at the moment. In other news, it’s also my grandma’s 85th birthday, so wish her all a happy one if you can.

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