“Love is the thread, the common bond we all share. When stretched globally, the world will know peace.”
This quote was on my friend’s bracelet that she bought at Disneyland and it only seemed fitting with what is going on in my city right now. I couldn’t stop thinking while sitting at the airport.
I know that this entry is all train of thought, but here is what I wrote on the plane.
Five and a half years ago I got on a plane to do an internship at a theme park in a city I had only ever been to once. A city I associated with wizards, princesses, castles, Shamu, and magic. In that short time of my internship, I fell in love. In love with a beautiful city. A city that held beautiful people and beautiful connections. They call it the City Beautiful and now I call that city home. I was so impacted by the love of Orlando that I packed everything I had and moved there. I have been tempted to move but could never imagine my heart belonging to another city the way it belongs to this one. Four years ago, I moved into an apartment on Orange Ave with my boyfriend. We frequented the Target and the 7/11. We had lunch at the surrounding restaurants and every night we could hear the music from Pulse nightclub from our balcony. Many times, we would see people walking home from the club as it was viewable from that balcony. Now, I see these familiar streets and places on the news as a backdrop. I see interviews with former coworkers and social media updates from my circles of friends. Expressing heartbreak, confusion, fear, and reaching for understanding. Most of all, what I see is an outpouring of love. I am reaching deep inside to understand how I feel. How can this happen? You see these things happen to other people, you see the headlines, you see the news briefs. Your heart breaks for people you don’t know and you never think it could happen to you. Second and third level connections to me were lost. Friends were trapped. Friends escaped.