The First Boom

You know when you are waiting for something, and you just want to get it over with.  The line for the roller coaster makes your stomach drop almost as much as the ride... if its your first time (or so you think). 

I knew it would and the anticipation was killing me, and every bit of me didn't want it to come, but at the same time, I just wanted to get that first time over with ... you know? 

This morning, it happened.  The first bomb went off in relatively close proximity to our new house.  At 6:30am, the house was rocked with an explosive boom, followed by that noise I always hear small boys make when holding their toy guns (I'm impressed how accurate they are). 

However, like somethings you are unsure of, like small earthquake tremors or when you think you hear someone in the house ... this was not one of them, this was a boom that shook the city, followed by two smaller booms and automatic firing. 

I say boom, to lighten it up a bit, as people live with this everyday.  After the dust had settled, because we were in the new house (foodless), we were approved to go to another house to go have a nice brunch.  As we drove, we could see normalcy throughout the city.   Less than a mile from the site there were children playing soccer in the street and people going about their business as if nothing had happened. 

Scary? Yes.  However, now I know how things work.  I know that I will be ok (special thanks to my brother for being there on skype as I waited for security) and that, hey, I actually won't freak out, as I thought I might .   And, people deal with this everyday, they have no choice and days go on.

So there you have it, the first boom and all is well.