This is my second year in NYC, and September 11 is really a different kind of day here. It’s a sobering day of remembrance, and the air in the city just feels… different.
September 11 is really a day of remembering those whose lives were lost on that fateful Tuesday morning. I feel a special connection with this city now that I’ve lived here for a while, but I don’t think that I’ll ever understand what it was truly like to live here at that time. It makes my heart ache a bit when I think of all the sadness stemmed from that day.
So today, we remember. Always.