Eight years ago today, at the beginning of this decade, I was sitting at my desk being told someone accidentally ran into the World Trade Center in New York. My first thought was that no one ACCIDENTALLY runs into the tallest buildings. It’s not something you don’t see. Of course that was just the beginning of the day that changed the world we currently live in.
I’ve said before that I mark the 9/11 anniversary as also the time I moved to Virginia. This year, while I still live in Virginia, I live in the “family house” in a different town. This is not only a different location, but it is worlds apart from our previous residence in terms of feeling like a home.
I am home. I have a daughter. I have a family. I am home with my family.
Over eight years, the world around us has changed – and so have we. Finally, at the end of this decade, there is a sense of healing in the world (sometimes) and there is a sense of peace in my world.
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As in previous years, I mark today remembering where I was and what I was doing on the morning our nation changed forever. But it is also marked as an anniversary for how long I’ve lived here. This day always seems very surreal to me for both reasons.
This year, the Pentagon (which is close to where I live now) opened their 9/11 memorial. Today they are having the dedication ceremony, which is very appropriate. From what I saw on the news, I really like what they did with it. I know our “family” will make our way to see that in the near future and I look forward to it.
Tonight, hubby’s band will be playing a 9/11 memorial concert with proceeds going to a local 9/11 charity. While he is always excited to play in the band, because he is such a patriot, he is especially looking forward to tonight’s show and I am excited for him.
Last year, I talked about how I still don’t feel at “home” here — which is still true. This year we live in a neighborhood (with actual neighbors) that I really like and it does feel more homey. The fate of staying in this out is still TBD (but that is another story), but it is likely that our daughter will be brought “home” to where we live now and that somehow makes it a little more special in my heart.
In last year’s post I also made some vows, that I don’t remember writing at that time, but I am glad to say that I have kept them. I have worried about only things that actually matter and I have lived in a way I want to live. Although I feel more “at home” here than anywhere else in Virginia so far, I still feel like a visitor in my own home, but hope to rectify that sooner than later.
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