10 years already. At the time it really felt like the world was ending, but here we are.
I still find it hard to wrap my mind around. I don’t think about it much, I try not to, but there are times when I can’t help it…getting on an airplane, seeing the NY skyline…10 years later it still looks wrong.
At the time I thought my reaction was unreasonable. I had no connection to the attacks, didn’t lose anyone, didn’t know anyone who lost anyone but I was beyond upset. And 10 years later, I still find my reaction unreasonable. I can still easily get upset watching footage of the attacks, listening to people who were directly effected by it, even talking about that month or 2 of upheaval is hard. I get teary and choked up. I can’t explain why, but it was the biggest event of my life, and it was a horrific tragedy that I’ll never forget it.
I wish I was more eloquent, or profound. But all I can do is remember. 10 years ago was a beautiful day, the beginning of my Senior year in college. I left my criminal justice class to go to the health center, where CNN was on tv. A plane had hit the WTC, but from footage it looked like a small plane and no big deal, it would get repaired. When I got out of the health center, the 2nd plane had hit. By the time I got back to my townhouse the buildings were gone….