Today was, officially, our first day back in business after everything that went down last week.

Though I had nearly a full week off, the motivation to finish stuff just wasn’t there. Even for someone as jaded as me – whose seen her share of tragedy – this week was tough. Days off were spent very much on edge, watching…and waiting.

That first day back was surreal:  Boylston St., which had been roped off as a crime scene since the bombing on Marathon Monday, was finally being opened to workers and residents. With local media filming us, we were “signed in” at the HCC (where Anime Boston is held each year) – IDs checked, bags searched, the whole nine. Public safety officials gathered us into a huge conference room, where we were instructed to wait for our inspector who would then escort us to our store.

We were let back into an establishment that had been frozen in that exact moment of time. My art supplies strewn about, just as I’d left them; the calendar I so obsessively mark off still had the 15th of April uncrossed.

The day was spent getting everything cleaned and ready – it was an exhausting, but exhilarating day. I think many of us, self included, realized yesterday how much we truly missed the place and how much we actually do love our city.

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Yes, this very-much non-sentimental person freely admits to feeling misty on more than one occasion that day.

Today we opened to the public. Not much art done, but I returned to “Paul,” and fixed some things that were irking me.

Still far from done:

And, yes, I realize words are spelled wrong. My paint marker decided to explode when I sketched out the “e.”