I did a lot of complaining about the possibility of moving to Jackson when Jeff and I were looking at fellowship programs. I was hoping he would fall in love with a program in a more exciting city. But lately, events like this one (and the crazy threats from North Korea- even though I know the US would smoke this nut job before anything happened) make me thankful we are moving to a small Southern town where not much happens. The day the Boston bombings happened, I was on a flight headed back to Nola. New York actually had a marathon the weekend I was there too, the day before the Boston bombings. We saw several runners post-marathon walking around the city. It could have happened there.
Jackson may not be a mecca of exciting events, but the possibility of a terrorist attack never crosses my mind when I'm there. The older I get and the more crazy shit that happens in this country, the more I value small towns like Jackson. Don't get me wrong- I've loved every big US city I've visited. I'm pretty much obsessed with San Francisco and spent waaaay too much money shopping when I visited Chicago. Atlanta is a must-visit city for me at least every couple of years. I've never been to Boston, but I'm sure I would love it. I hope the people of Boston can move on with their lives as if this never happened. If we begin to live our lives in fear, then the crazies will have won. But for now, I'll stop complaining about Jackson (or I'll try to do it way less), because sometimes living in a town where nothing ever happens is a good thing.