13 years. Although I no longer cry all day, I remember every minute of my day in New York. Where I was when. Driving back to the store i just opened after being kicked out of the airport, not having a clue why. Hearing it on the radio. Sitting on the floor of the store bawling, until I pulled myself up off the floor to go find a radio (so the manager knew what was happening) and to find an atlas to figure out how to get home. Buying 2 cans of Pringles, 1 bag of peanut m&ms and 2 diet cokes because I didnt know what might be open later. All the phone calls to tell people I was safe. A new hotel room, so close I could see the smoke out my window. Driving home the next day, roads almost empty. Every stop, calling my mother, where I was and how close to home. Getting to DTW, ghost town and everyone asking me to let them help me. 13 years...the day the world changed.
Posted on: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 13:54:02 +0000
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