Eleven years ago.

September 11, 2012

I have to admit that I’ve neglected this little blog, but I can’t say that I didn’t warn you!

I was going to write a post telling you all about my awesome new job and all the things I’ve been up to over the past couple of days, but I honestly can’t bring myself to do it. I wanted to write a post to let you all know that I’m here but today, on 9/11, I just can’t bring myself to talk about me.

As I was getting in the car this morning, I sat there, thinking about exactly what I was doing at that time 11 years earlier….

As a 7th grader, I didn’t really understand exactly what was going on. We returned from our electives and sat down in English class. The televisions were turned on and they showed exactly what was happening in NYC. I thought, “oh well. Things like this happen all the time.” They cancelled our open house for that night. I was so angry. I didn’t understand that this time it was different.

Students were being pulled out of school left and right. I stayed the whole time, but I remember going home and my mom being glued to the tv. There were videos being played of people screaming, crying out to God, cursing, and asking why. I now knew that this was different.

That night, I sat in my room with the door closed and reflected. I wrote a poem and a journal entry. I thought to myself, “one day, I’ll look back on this and remember how I felt that day.” But I don’t need that journal to remember.

I’ve never forgotten.

In remembrance of those lost on that tragic day.

Living the Dream?
89 years young.

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