,
6 tweets,
2 min read
Read on Twitter
I was at work. My office had the only TV and when the first person knocked they only said there was an accident in NYC. We turned on the TV and it looked like a horrible accident until we saw the second plane. For a moment I remember being confused. Was it a replay? Then (cont.)
It dawned on us and the tears started. I sent everyone home. Tried to get in touch with family. My then-husband worked in DC and I couldn’t get through. By then the Pentagon had been hit. I thought he was dead. I drove home, the new home we had just bought. I had moved to (cont.)
The US about 2.5 years before. It still didn’t feel like my country. I wasn’t a citizen yet. My family and friends were in Brazil. I drove by a guy who was crouched on his front yard, arms around his little boy. The kid was holding a baseball bat, the father teaching him (cont.)
How to hit. There was an American flag on a flagpole next to them. I remember being so fixated on that image. Wondering if they knew. Wondering if the father had come home and was trying to do something normal to shut out the horror. I wished I could too. I sat alone in my (cont.
Brand new house, wondering if my husband was alive. It was hours before I learned he was safe. I spent every minute of that day watching the news, crying. I remember someone (President Bush?) saying Americans should go out the next day and buy something. We stood in line at (cont
Home Depot to buy an American flag. We didn’t even have a flag pole but it didn’t matter. I think the US became “home” for me that day. I became a citizen 3.5 years later. #WhereWereYou
