As I sit at work reading the various status updates on Facebook, twitter and stories on various news outlets I cannot help but feel overcome with emotions. Thinking about that fateful day eight years ago my emotions resonate as if it were yesterday. I can remember exactly where I was, what I was doing and how I was feeling. Just thinking about gets me all choked up and teary eyed.
I remember when I first moved to Paris a lot of people that I met would ask me about my experience that day after learning that I come from New York. I understand their curiosity in wanting to know my experiences, emotions and thoughts but at the same time most of they could never possibly understand how raw and close to the surface my emotions remain concerning that day and most of the time I would respond as I fought back tears.
As much as I don’t enjoy experiencing this deep sadness, it’s nothing compared to the great loss that so many others experienced that day, and I welcome them because they serve as a reminder that allows me to never forget what happened on that day.
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As a fellow American living in Paris, I know what you mean, although I was living in NC and not NY on September 11, 2001. When asked, I'll answer as to where I was and what I felt, but honestly, I prefer not to. I think being outside of the US and talking about it heightens the emotional factor for me--someone who is already emotional enough, and I also feel that I fall so short in describing it to non-Americans. I appreciate their questions, and I'm glad that they too remember. I just feel inadequate in explaining it and prefer to avoid tears whenever possible. By the way, I love your blog and wish you well with learning the language. I'm right there with you!
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