I don’t think there are any words to describe what happened on Monday night.
I had a blog post lined up for today but it all seems really insignificant after Monday night. To be honest, most things did. No one cares about my ‘chitty chatty’ life update after Monday. I spent Monday evening faffing over trying to find a printing service for wedding invitations, which is nothing to what happened that evening.
I realise I will never know what the people who were at that concert went through, or any other victim of terrorism. I have no right to even comment on it as it’s not affected me personally. But, this blog isn’t all about fancy meals out and that image everything is perfect on social media. It’s about what’s real and what’s happening in the world right now. Fancy restaurant reviews, life catch ups and my dog’s bow ties do not matter when things like this are going on.
I spent Monday night and Tuesday at work pretty much scrolling through BBC news keeping up to date in what was happening. I scrolled through the hashtags on Twitter watching people pleaing and desperately trying to find their loved ones. People trying to make sense of what had happened. I was a heartbroken bystander watching chaos unfold around me whilst checking to see if my family and friends were okay too.