I feel like the people around me just aren't experiencing it. At school, it seemed every one was back to their mindless, meaningless consumer-driven lives. I felt like the only one whose thoughts were constantly on the tragedy. And in the two classes it was mentioned in, I felt like the only one who cared. The rest of the people seemed to be thinking "God, can't we just do something normal? I mean, that was yesterday. What does this have to do with me?" I'm sure they weren't thinking this (not all of them at least), but I still felt that, although they acknowledged the crisis, they didn't truly care about it.
Last night, my sister Fayanne called from college. She was alone in her house, and frankly, scared. I admitted that I had been trying to call Ci all night, because I too, was alone in my house, and scared. I think that's the worse part. We don't know what's going to happen, and we no longer feel safe in our own country. Plenty of false alarms have been happening in Chicago. I only live 25 miles out of the city. That's damn close. If anything happened there, god, I would just be devastated.
My sister Emily, is at Disney World for her honeymoon last week and this week. Her flight home was supposed to be Thursday. It got canceled and she currently has tickets home for Saturday. We don't know if she'll actually be coming home then. It might get postponed again. Especially since she's flying into a major airport, O'Hare. I hope she makes it home soon, and safely. I almost wish they were taking a train instead.
It's going to take a long time to recover from this. A very long time.