Remembering

Remembering September, 11th is difficult. I did not know anyone in those towers or planes, nor did I think I'd end up moving to New York in a few short years. I didn't know I'd try teaching 7th graders American history and have to explain to them what 9/11 means. The same way I had to make the Holocaust seem like a real event to them. Time passes and things you think will never be forgotten are.

The reflecting waterfalls they created over the tower footprints are really lovely. When I came and when I left the rubble was gone but the huge plywood boards bandaged over the site in an unfinished, ugly way. It looks so calm there now. Such a busy place to be so calm.

It's crazy how much someone can fit into 10 years. College, graduate school, marriage, baby, moving.

So much you can do with 10 years.