Today is the 10th anniversery of terrorist attacks on the twin towers in New York City. Every year on September 11th we talk about where we were, how it changed our lives, what it all means, and some of us talk about what to do in the space where the towers stood. Each of us has our own way of remembering, even if we just focus on trying to forget those images of a plane hitting a building.
10 Years Ago
10 years ago today I was working nights for United Parcel Service and taking University courses counting down the semesters to graduation. I remember waking up about midday and turning on the televison while I made something to eat. I stared in disbeleif at the the TV. Every channel had the same thing on.
It couldn’t be real, but it was. All of the newscasters were speculaiting or guessing or repeating whatever they had heard in an effort to get informaiton out about the event. No one really new and details or what had happened. I was alone in the house. I don’t remember if I talked to anyone or even tried to. Anyone who has ever worked nights understands how disconnected it feels. I had been sleeping and all this had happened. I was probably behind everyone else’s experience. I don’t remember if I went to class that day or not. Maybe I didn’t have class.
I remember going to work. We were all expected to carry on like nothing had happened. The packages had to go out. It was a strange feeling. Everything had changed, nothing had changed, and most of the things that would change we wouldn’t know about yet. Maybe I only remember going to work because one of the other supervisors called in and he got in big trouble for doing so. His name was Anthony and he was talking to me about it days after. He was all like ‘what did they expect me to do, I didn’t know what was happening and I wanted to be with my family’ This I thought was convenient as he was always tring to get in my pants. Well, maybe if I had taken him up on the offer he would have chickened out. Maybe he didn’t actually cheat on his wife, he just flirted with the idea.
2 Years Ago
2 years ago today my husband and I were preparing for our big move. When I say big I mean moving across 5 states. We were cramming things in boxes. It was also the last day of work for me at a previous employer. The mother in law was also moving some of the last items that she had left years ago before moving to Tucson. It was a busy moment in time.
I was also about 12 weeks pregnant.
That day we had an appointment with my obstetrician. My husband was debating whether he should stay at the appartment and wait to hear from his mom as she had told him she’d be in town that day and needed his help to move some of her boxes. We had not been able to get a hold of her that morning. I told him I wanted him to come to the OB appointment with me and if his mom called we could meet her aftwerward. He had wanted to get a hold of her and get her project going so he could be done.
My husband and I were both ecstatic that he decided to come as we had our ultrasound. After all of those weeks of nausea I finally got a view of my baby. We later had subway for lunch and helped the mother in law move. September 11th had become a magical day.
10 years after the attack I spent the day chasing around my 18 month old daughter. I couldn’t think of a better way to redefine September 11th.
FUCK YOU TERRORISTS!