Last week in Boston was one of the most surreal and stressful in the 17+ years since I made this city my home. September 11th forever changed my perspective on this world; it was the first time in my life where the evil that lives in this world truly hit home. Before that, those types of things happened in faraway places to people I didn't know. The bombings last week at Boston's Marathon hit even closer to home since I live and work just a few blocks from the devastation. In the wee hours of Friday morning on one of my regular sleep deprived nights, I woke up as I usually do and turned on the TV to lull myself back to sleep. 2AM is often my witching hour and Hoda and Kathy Lee on the Today Show re-run. Imagine my surprise when there was breaking news at 2AM as the result of an MIT officer being killed. When I woke up the next morning to my city and home on literal lockdown, I was shocked and scared. I was meant to be on a flight Friday afternoon for a little holiday and I didn't know what to do. Public transportation wasn't running, cabs weren't available and we were told to stay put. And all I wanted to do was get the heck outta dodge. Against my better judgement, I made my way to the airport (thanks Uber).
Thankfully, we all know how this ended. For the moment, my little part of the world is safe and secure again. When something like this happens and we are faced with pure evil, we also see the very best in people. There were those who, instead of running away from the bombings, ran toward them to help those in need. I'm eternally grateful for law enforcement who tirelessly and selflessly worked to keep us safe from harm. Times like these really remind me of how proud I am to be both a Bostonian and an American. I also remind myself how important it is to live your life as fully as you can. As someone who probably works more than most people would consider normal, I remind myself that I'll never regret not having worked an extra hour, but I may regret forsaking the time with those who are the most important to me.
Having said all of that, here's a peek into the beauty of the Bahamas that offered me my escape at the end of one of the most awful weeks I can remember.





#BostonStrong.