Fate’s a funny thing. Yesterday morning, I was planning to spend the day as a hermit, avoiding the Boston marathon and the overpopulated city altogether. I had a lot of homework and final projects due this upcoming week, so I planned to devote my day to getting all that trivial stuff done. Around noon, I received a text message from one of my best friends from high school, who now attends Tufts University. She told me she was in the city and that I should come and see her.
I went to Copley Square yesterday. I stood with my friends at the finish line. But I left at two p.m., almost an hour before the first bomb went off. I was safely back in my dorm room, which is located on Boylston Street, when it all happened. My first thought was about my friends whom I had left standing outside the Prudential Center. Continue reading →