I know exactly where I was the morning of September 11, 2001. It was surreal. New York was a city I’d never visited yet so it felt far away. At the time, I worked in Century City next to our own “Twin Towers.” I worked “East Coast” hours – in by 6:30am. My boss called to tell me not to come in. I ended up at my boss’s home in Santa Monica, watching the tv all morning. Then the Pentagon got hit.
Luckily our East Coast office was safe. But it was horrific for them. They were in a building that overlooked the skyline. They watched the first plane. Then they evac’d.
On this coast, my best friend was working at the tallest building in Downtown LA. She was told not to come in. There was a ton of crazy going on there and in Century City. All tall buildings and heavily populated areas were on alert.
10 years later, The Wife and I traveled to New York City again. We took our BIL and SIL to the 9/11 Memorial Site.
It was so eerie. I don’t really have words to describe what and how I felt, standing there.
So I won’t.