Yesterday was a scary, sad day for us Bostonians. Two bombs went off at the Boston Marathon finish line, and two were left undetonated in the area. Three people have died, and about 150 wounded. It was a tragedy.
As a born-and-raised New Yorker, my mind immediately flashed back to 9/11, and that same panicked feeling set in. I called my husband to make sure he hadn’t gone downtown, and then emailed our immediate family to let them know we were both safe at work. And then I went to Twitter to see the latest updates.