01:33 PM on 12/14/12
Growing up I always felt like I lived in a safe bubble by living in Connecticut. It was the richest state in the country, no city I had been to in my state resembled the way the media presented places like New York or Los Angeles, I couldn't even imagine what it would be like to live around the awfulness that others do in the country. I'm 24 now, and every day that shit becomes a more and more distant memory. Nowhere is safe. My best friend's close friend was murdered in New Haven. There was a driveby shooting a street away from where I live only months ago. Now this. And this state is so small, you always know someone who knows someone. I felt awful first hearing the news, but then I see people I know from high school posting online about how their little cousins or their friend's kids go to that school and luckily they're safe, or as safe as they can be. Now I feel something beyond just awful. I have two nieces, going to elementary school in Connecticut. This could happen anywhere, and it happens not even an hour's distance away from me and my family. It's like... safety isn't some privilege you can have anymore by being lucky enough to live where you life. It's just chance. And chances fade.