So I get an email from my sister last night: “All ok over there ?? Lara just mentioned she had heard that NY was in lockdown after the Boston bombings?”
Ohhhh, so that’s why there were police everywhere.
Welcome to New York, on terror alert.
You know how I was saying it felt like I was returning to an old lover? Well he’s gone a bit loopy with age.
Who am I kidding? He was never normal.
But it was still a shock to wend our way through the city and be confronted by his madness so quickly.
It started with a woman walking through Central Park, sobbing into her mobile phone that “my blog’s not me!”; then another woman jogging, talking on her mobile phone, walking her dog and carrying a plastic bag full of his poop; a man jogging barefoot through the grounds of Columbia University in a hospital gown; a heavily pregnant woman asking a subway carriage of disinterested communters for money to buy food because her shelter doesn’t provide meals …
And then we sat at a bar around the corner from our old apartment and I watched a bomb explode on the TV news over Husband’s shoulder – a terror attack at the Boston Marathon.
It felt so unreal – everyone carried on their smiling and chatting and drinking like nothing had happened.
And this morning I read that an eight-year-old was killed in the blast.
We live in a crazy, terrible world and I’m at its epicentre.
housegoeshome 
Stay safe.
Thx Janine
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