A 365 Day Tribute to the Victims of the Boston Bombing

Tag: Jamaica plain

Three Months


I remember studying for finals on April 15th and being so happy the sun was out and the weather was finally losing its bitter nip. The stress of the upcoming exams were fueling me just as much as the impending relief of sunshine and free-time. What happened later that day made studying for tests seem inconsequential. I couldn’t shut everything out and keep reading like a lot of my classmates could that week. I wasn’t even glued to the TV like most people, either. I was just in a state of partial confusion and disbelief, and partial sadness and empathy, and partial fear. I tend to have a lot of anxiety– something I try to meditate or run out of myself daily. In the week after the bombing, I stepped off the T a number of times whilst en route to a particular destination, trying to regroup myself, because I was convinced a fellow rider was going to do something violent. The reason why I am saying this is because when I have heard people say something along the lines of “The bombing was not a big deal– not that many people died,” I am so puzzled why a community in fear of its own members isn’t the scariest hell someone could imagine.

But, for me, something amazing came out of that day.


Running has made me feel good about the world around me, simply put. I haven’t been great about blogging, but that is okay. The running is what matters most. I constantly find new things I want to explore. Hills, times, distances, locations, compete against myself, compete against a friend, try a road race, keep going, add another side street, do it before work, go.

I have found new places I love to run. (Jamaica Pond)


And I’ve noticed how beautiful the “same old” places are with every run.





On the 4th of July I was lucky enough to see the fireworks over the Charles from one of the best spots in the city of Boston. Standing on a deck high above the river, I could see extra security precautions that were taken below. Military, helicopters, street closings, a whole part of the city completely shut down, just in case. How lucky we are to have servicemen and organizations who will protect us and can’t be bought by the bad guys. How awful it is that we need to have them out on Independence Day just in case. But as night fell, and fireworks lit up the sky gratitude won over criticism and all I could think of is how much I love this city and Massachusetts.


I can’t wait to get out there again and run stronger, for myself and for Boston.

Two Months

For this city…

I can’t think of a better way to spend today than serve this city. Here are some local junior youth planting in their local community garden today in their housing complex:


My mom came out from the suburbs to help us plant. After we got the seeds in the ground and the junior youth back home, we made an Eithopian food pit-stop at Blue Nile in JP. I went back to Chelmsford with her for the night. As soon as I go there, I put my running partner on his leash, and we ran against a backdrop of pink fluff in a pale, blue sky.

It’s late now, and I’ve already broken my promise to update as regularly as I supposed to, so hopefully my run tomorrow, in one of my favorite places in Massachusetts, will more than make-up for the ball I’ve dropped.

Goodnight, all.

Day Twelve

Finals Season

Absolutely beautiful day today. Took a break from studying to do my volunteer-type job: Animating a junior youth group at the Bromley-Heath Public Housing Complex in the Jamaica Plain neighborhood of Boston. Check out what the program is all about here:

The youth did a beautiful thing for the city of Boston today. We helped clean the Bromley-Heath community garden in preparation for planting season. This housing complex had a really violent summer last year, with multiple shootings. Between those shootings and what happened last week, I wonder what growing up in this city, in this world, must feel like to these guys. But humans are so resilient, even children and youth. How beautiful that these junior youth– who are at what society calls “a tough age”– just spent their Saturday helping out because they wanted to. Here they are:



That picture makes me so incredibly happy. After clean-up I went for a run around Bromley. The distinct and monotonous brick buildings walled my route until I looped back around to the side of the garden:



I love this city and everyone in it.