I didn’t want to be there. I wanted to be home, in bed, curled up in a ball, under the covers, crying. But a few days prior I had promised to give someone a ride downtown so he could take the computer-based GRE (what even is that) at a testing center in the Plaza of the Americas building on Pearl Street. That area of downtown is a few blocks east of the streets that were cordoned off yesterday, so getting to the location wasn’t really the problem – though I didn’t think it would be easy, with so much downtown traffic rerouted. The problem was that I didn’t want to go anywhere, or do anything.
Instead, I kept my promise. I drove down to 700 Pearl Street, parked in the parking garage, went along with my passenger while he checked in at the testing center, made arrangements to meet up after he was done, and then sorted out how to spend the next few hours.