Time is a funny thing, it plays tricks on your mind sometimes. Thirteen years ago I was waking up on this morning, having just moved to New York a week before, a mixture of hope and nervous excitement that quickly merged into horror and helplessness, watching the world collapse from afar. And yet, it seems like such a very short time ago, certainly not the thirteen years that my calendar tells me has passed.
There's very little that I want to say about that day publicly, but in remembering my heart catches in my throat even now. It's a day that belongs to all of us, not just New Yorkers, because it was a day that changed a world, not just a city.