Everyone remembers where they were on September 11, 2011. We were living in Boston and I was on Boylston/Rte 9 in Brookline driving in to work. I remember hearing the news on the radio. I imagined it was a small cesna that hit the north tower and wondered how someone could have accidently hit one of the twin towers. I remember feeling so badly thinking that a family would be so devastated to have lost a loved one. When I arrived to work, the news started coming in and coming and coming. We were all sent home shortly after. Because 2 of the planes departed from Logan airport in Boston the entire city was evacuated. Chris worked downtown and took the subway to and from work everyday. I would be lying if I said I wasn't completley terrified that something would happen to him before he was able to get home.
A few days after 9/11 we went to New York City. It was devastating. I will never forget the smell of the city. The smell of burnt metal. Burnt everything. The towers were still smoking. People were still searching. The subway stops were covered floor to ceiling with missing posters. It was too much to take in. You can't process that much devastation.
At the time, I remember thinking that I wanted it to be 10 years from then so that we had all the puzzle pieces and could try understand what happened. We would know who did this. No one really knew anything early on; there was just a lot of fear and heartache and devastation.
I can't believe it's been 10 years. People close to what happened say it still feels like yesterday. The memories and loss are so clear & vivid, that it will always feel like it was just yesterday.
I love New York City. I will never forget the first time I traveled there in 1999. The city is amazing. Living in Boston meant we could go all the time. I would take the Amtrack down for work and Chris & I took many, many weekend and holiday trips there. I would say we've been there at least 20 or 30 times. Chris applied to film school at NYU and UCLA. I told him I'd be happy with either one. I am glad we came to UCLA, but it's no surprise if you've read this blog for any amount of time, that I desperately miss the east coast.
Today I am grateful for a city that is back on it's feet. For people who gave their lives. For the plan of salvation, that we will all be re-united in the afterlife. There is great comfort in that.
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