The world is a scary place. There’s international terrorism (the French oil tanker explosion, the night club explosion in Bali). Terrorists are targeting our “allies” in order to turn the world against us. Like France and Indonesia supported us approving a war on Iraq. It makes no sense. Not that randomly killing people ever makes sense.
Speaking of which, it’s so not a fun time to live in the metro DC area. It’s bad when you’re at the grocery store and you realize that you’ll have to put your groceries into your trunk, which will leave you vulnerable. It’s bad when, to avoid being a target, you find yourself constantly moving around, never standing still. It’s bad when you plan ahead to avoid buying gas anywhere near home. It’s bad living in fear, and I feel much more vulnerable than I did after September 11.
It’s weird; for the year after September 11, the date always jumped out at me. Then we hit the anniversary. And the date is still significant to me, but it no longer jumps out at me in bold. It’s slowly turning into just another date. It’ll always mean something, and I’ll always pause when I come across it, it’s just that the deep, resounding voice in my head saying “September 11” has mellowed a bit.
Anyway, in happy news we bought our plane tickets for New Year’s last night. Yay! Everything’s done! Well, except for buying a backpack to bring, good hiking shoes, long underwear, thick socks, etc. Oh well. And I also want to say that the trip will be much more fun with Melodie. Mel, do what you want to do, not what anyone else wants you to do. I include myself in the “anyone else” but I also include The Boy.
Current song in my head:
“P.S. I Love You” by the Beatles