It feels weird not being in New York on the 10th anniversary. And yet I'm kinda glad to not be there on such a mournful day. On the other side of the planet, as detached as I can be in the internet age.....it's a good place to be right now.
I was standing on my rooftop that morning with one of my best friends, staring in absolute horror. The intensity of the trauma and fear during those moments brought us to our knees. I think everyone in New York was living in a surreal state of shock for weeks afterwards, if not months.
And so here I am in Singapore, just back to my hotel from dinner with an old friend whom I haven't seen in years. Someone I went to college with who now lives here. Reconnecting with an old friend I think is an appropriate way to commemorate a day when many relationships were forcefully severed. It feels right and I will fall asleep content with my life.