There are plenty of places where you can follow the news updates about the tragedy of the Boston Marathon. I can only tell you that this is a tragedy that hits incredibly close to home for me.
Between 1997 when I began working at the Westin hotel (tower in the left side of this picture) around the corner from the Marathon Finish line (approximately just after the bus on the far right on Boylston Street) and 2002 when I moved to NYC for grad school, I was in this part of Boston either daily or weekly. But between 2002 and today, whenever I’m in Boston, I almost always pass through this part-one of my closest friends lives 4 blocks away from where the explosions occurred (yes, he’s safe-he was the first person I reached out to, as are all of our friends and family), some of my favorite restaurants and shops are in this area, and it is one of the parts of Boston I consider home.
While I do consider Singapore home, my heart belongs to Boston.
And my heart weeps.