It's going to feel weird typing up a 9/11 remembrance post 4-5 days after the 20th anniversary, but it's been a crazy few days and I was traveling for the actual 20th anniversary. So it's taken me until now to fully form thoughts and think about even saying something about it.
Ten years ago I also posted a little something for the tenth anniversary of the day New York City and the rest of the world stood still, in awe and terror, and here I am again for the twentieth.
Damn, it's really been that long.
Sometimes it feels like yesterday I was a sixteen-year-old, about two weeks off a plane leaving JFK to go to Madrid with a layover in CDG that ended up being four hours delayed because someone on the flight stood up to check her luggage in the overhead bin before the plane had leveled out, knocking herself in the face, and demanding the plane turn around, back to NYC, where she could get treated by a doctor. The plane was already an hour delayed (we arrived at the terminal when the plane was supposed to have already taken off, so...) so this only added an extra few hours, especially when you consider the plane had to refuel. So that was fun. I do somehow remember looking out the window as the plane rounded Manhattan and turned around, seeing the Twin Towers. Looking back, this doesn't make much sense from a logistical perspective, but honestly, for some reason, I'm still convinced I saw them, and this was before all hell broke loose.
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| One World Trade Center as seen from Chinatown |
