Here’s where you can subscribe to this page. Appreciate you very much. Everyone has a 9/11 story. Mine is nowhere near as dramatic as so many others, thankfully, but it’s still a day I’ll never forget. I was 19 years old, just a couple of weeks into my first year at Syracuse University. It was my first time living anywhere other than my hometown of Montreal. I was quite homesick. Wondering if I had made the right choice to move to a different country to study journalism. I hardly knew a soul and wasn’t doing a great job of meeting anyone (fast forward three years and I didn’t go a great job of meeting anyone throughout my entire time at SU, but that’s a different story).
Great piece of writing. RIP to everyone that day, and the following days/weeks/ months
I appreciate you, dude. Greetings from Germany!
This brought tears to my eyes. Well said ❤️
I remember and I am Canadian. All the schools pretty much closed and shutdown on the spot, my class included.
Glad I found this write up, reminder to appreciate what you have and ignore the noise