I considered skipping this prompt or even changing it to simply write about today instead (or even a much better 9/11 a few years back where D and I met Blink-182). But we all know which 9/11 the prompt refers to, so here goes…
On 9/11/01, I was living in Santa Barbara, CA with G. We were not yet married. We were both enrolled at UCSB. G and I were sound asleep when his mom called: over and over until we finally picked up. She told us to turn on the news. Everything was chaos. I feel like any innocence I had remaining by that point in my life was completely annihilated on that day.
Seeing those people jump from the buildings will forever haunt me. Forever. Thinking about it even now makes me feel hot, nauseated, and panicky. I’m on the verge of tears.
I don’t want to talk about it anymore.