Eight years ago today I woke up late (as always), and turned on my TV to NY1 while I got ready for work. I saw people standing outside there cars on the New Jersey side of the Holland Tunnel saying that this was one of the most horrifying things they had ever seen, I screamed at them “oh get over it, so they closed the Holland Tunnel again, stop being such whiny little bitches!” but then the reporter began explaining what had happened hours earlier, and they began showing the footage of the first plane hitting the tower. My knees instantly buckled, and I began to well up with emotion. I skipped my morning shower, and got dressed and ran to my office. I tried calling my parents on the way to work, but all cell reception was down. I could see a big cloud of smoke just rushing out of the downtown area (which was close to my office), when I got into the office my coworkers were all stunned as I was, and we did not know what to do with ourselves. I tried calling my parents again from my work phone, but that wasn't working either. I was in a panic, I did not know what to do, because I knew that my parents would be worried about me. I signed onto AOL and saw that somebody I went to college with was online, so I IM'd him and asked him to please call my parents, and tell them that I was OK. He did so, and as he acted as a mediator for me and my mother over the phone/internet I began sobbing uncontrollably.

I can barely recall the people I've slept with in the last couple of months, who I partied with two years ago, but I can remember the days surrounding September 11th impeccably. I remember that the night before I went to Musical Mondays with my friend Bryan, and that afterwards we went to have our usual post musical dinner at Cafeteria. I remember being in my office, when a friend of my boss' who worked near the towers walked up to our office covered in soot, and we had to move all the fliers and boxes we had in the shower so that he could clean himself off, I also remember what devastating act I performed the next day which I will blog about tomorrow, because that deserves a blog onto itself. I also remember that though this was meant as a devastating attack on our country, it brought us so much closer together for a while. There is this special bond between people that were there on that day, that can never be broken. NYC was forever changed, and I was part of that change, I will never forget that day. It is so weird for me to be out here, in California where most people don't “get” what this day meant to us new yorkers that were there, I am definitely in need of a meeting tonight, and in need of love, and I am sure that I will find it.