September 11, 2001
I signed the lease of our first apartment July 2000, the contract a bitter first taste of what it meant to be adult, our patch of space, our gateway into New York City.
That 4th was spent with boxes of my belongings as company, slept on the floor and watched fireworks reflections from the skyscraper windows, the boom sounded strong and magnificent. I felt completely alive.
What I heard, saw, and smelled the following year on that September morning took all that I believed and saturated the focus to such an extreme and shifted it in every which way.
I cannot think to further explain what 9 years ago today is, but I’m still here and feeling completely alive New York.