For those who have been following the news, you know that this past weekend, the police found a bomb in a car parked in Times Square.
Since we spent most of the evening and night out and about, we weren't aware that anything so serious had happened in the city until we got back to our hotel room late that night. We sat in our beds and watched the late night/early morning press conference unfold.
That hotel, by the way, was conveniently located about eight streets uptown from Times Square.
Times Square was up and running by the next morning; we walked through it en route to Penn Station, and it was as though nothing had happened the night before. One would never have known the streets were closed merely 10 hours earlier.
But it's a strange (and slightly surreal) feeling to be in such close proximity to something of that nature.
When you think about it abstractly, anything can happen, anywhere, anytime—a person isn't safe 100 percent of the time.
But people (myself included) hardly ever think about that on a day to day basis. And with good reason—I imagine it'd be harder to find the motivation to move beyond your comfort zone/home if you were too busy being impeded by slightly irrational fear.
Still, traveling can sometimes be a scary experience, and most times, events like this take you by surprise.
So I guess the lesson emphasized by this weekend's excursion is just to be careful, wherever you are. I suppose that sounds a bit like an after school special, but I prefer to look at it as some good, old-fashioned pragmatism.
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