tomorrow is 9/11, the third anniversary of an event i'm sure we're all sick of hearing about. for three years, the attack on the wtc has permeated politics, the news... so many things that we've grown numb to it. i know i have.

as i look back to three years ago, its hard for me to imagine what it was like for those of you who didn't live in new york city at the time. the whole experience was just what you saw on tv. how very strange.

i don't sit and reminisce about that day and the weeks that followed very often, but when i do, i find myself completely limited by words. i used to have photos that i took during the days that followed, but i lost them. i remember it all so clearly though... how it didn't hit me that anything was happening until i returned to my dorm, how i couldn't tear myself away from the news and the makeshift memorials on the street, how everyone in nyc seemed to share this bond afterward, and how i swore nothing could EVER, EVER go back to the way it was.

9/11 is an infamous date that nobody will ever forget; the news and politicians make sure of that. for me, its the day that permanently tied me to new york. as strange as it sounds, i'm glad i was in new york city that day. i'd rather have experienced it first hand then through a tv.