Today is the 10 year anniversary of the tragedies that occurred on September 11, 2001, and I thought I’d share with you my journal entry from that time (which, as it happens, was my very first journal entry ever). I had just moved out to Jersey City, NJ, in July of that year to start working in Manhattan, so you can imagine what was going through my head after that day – I was 1,000 miles away from my friends and family, I was living alone in a huge new city, and then terror struck. To say I wanted to go home was an understatement. Fortunately I did, for a bit. The week after 9/11 I was able to drive back, since our office building in lower Manhattan was uninhabitable at that point – I made a brief pit stop at home in Peoria, then headed to Madison to spend 3 weeks with R. 3 glorious weeks. I was in heaven. But anyway, here was my take on that fateful day…
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Written on October 25, 2001, at 12:30am (my current added notations are in italics)
OK, I’m finally starting to write this stuff down, b/c right now I feel like it’s the only way I can get everything out.
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