There have been more changes in these 10 years than at any other time in modern history. I am not sure if it is just my perception because of my ages and time in my life, or if there are actually more now than other times, but somehow September 11th has been the time marker for me and has been since that day. Continue reading
When prepping for this post, I went back and looked at all my earlier posts on the 9/11 anniversary.
In each post, I recall my perspective. My perspective has not changed, so I will remember from anther perspective today. Nine years later, there are people fighting an all new religious war. OK, the war isn’t new, but it has taken a new look.
There are people fighting about the building of an Islamic Mosque near ground zero. The people building and selling have made it clear that it isn’t about money because the mayor has offered to find a replacement building and Trump has offered to buy the building for 25% over the asking price. There are people who threatened to have a public burning of the Quran. While I have opinions on both of the topics, I will not share them in this venue. I just find it very sad how divided the country has become over the same topic that brought us so much closer together nine years ago.
Today, I remember. Do you?
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.
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.