Boston One Year Stronger
I am a Philly girl by nature and by nurture. If you know me, you know that Philly and I have a love/hate relationship. I can talk all the smack I want about my home city, but you may not say an insulting word. I love that Philly is home to my childhood and my family. I love that I will never be anything but a Philadelphia sports’ fan. I love that my family lives within walking distance of my house and that holidays consist of walking around from house to house after some wine, constant mocking of cousins, and lots of loud laughing and talking (yep, you’re surprised I’m sure).
I also love that Boston is home to my adulthood. As I drove into work today and listened to the radio and the retelling of what happened in this city I have grown to call home as well, my eyes brimmed with tears. A year ago today, I was waiting to board a flight to visit my brother and cousins in California. My brother and I were running our second relay race down the coast of Southern California. I saw a man in a marathon jacket awaiting the flight raise his head when a fellow passenger in the terminal mentioned a post he saw on Facebook. “There was some sort of explosion at the finish line.” That was all we knew for a while. More runners got to the airport and more and more passengers gathered around the one working TV in the terminal. My phone received so many messages from loved ones checking on my safety. My phone also sent out many calls and texts to my friends who I knew were are the marathon. I am one of the lucky ones. All of my friends are safe.
Once I got to my brother’s house I was obsessed with fear, curiosity, and sadness. On the day of the first leg of our relay race, I had to physically pull myself away from the TV where I sat glued to the news for three hours. I decided that this run was for Boston. This Ragnar Relay was for all of the people who had one of the most joyous accomplishments of their lives stolen from them. I ran for Boston. It was a small way for me to pay my respect to a city and its people who I now call home to my adult life.
I am proud to be a Boston implant. I am proud to be in a place that has helped me refine my passion for my calling in life. I have found friends who have impacted me so positively and colleagues who inspire me to be better every day. I am grateful every day to be Ms. Lafferty (or Laffy) to some of the most resilient, intelligent, and warm-hearted children in the city.
My heart is aching for all of those who have lost a year ago today. Boston is one year stronger today.