As anyone could tell, I've been quit the slacker on keeping up with my posts.
Ever since coming home from Europe I just haven't been able to put my mind anywhere else.
But I'm determined to change that.
This is my little post dedicated to 9/11 that I wish I could have posted on the actual day.
My time was spent driving home form Pullman, watching football, and the array of 9/11 shows on tv.
I must say, I had goosebumps most of the day.
I'm sure most of us can remember where we were, and what we were doing on that dreaded morning.
I walked in on my parents stunned faces, while they were sitting on their bed just blankly staring at the tv.
I struggled to comprehend. In some ways I wish I had been a little older.
Later that day, my family and other neighborhood friends rallied on our busy street with flags, candles, and home-made signs. We waved and chanted as every car drove by, receiving endless honks. That was a good feeling.
A couple years later, I took my first trip to New York.
Lucky enough, mom had business to do and her company set us up at the famous Waldorf-Astoria.
I will never forget the marble-encased bathroom and floor-to-ceiling windows.
The grandeur of the hotel was breathtaking and the history unforgettable.
We took a tour of the famous ballroom and learned about the unknown train station underground,
allowing presidents to come up from WA D.C. and stay at the hotel without being seen.
While in Manhattan we visited ground zero.
Even though it was five years later, the rubble and destruction were still fresh.
I remember looking straight down into the empty whole where workers and machinery were clearing away.
The surrounding buildings still had construction drapes covering gaping holes and burnt interiors.
Fences were covered in memories.
We left New York with these two pieces of art.
They have been hanging in our house for six years and I love them.
Every day I walk into my bedroom, I can still see the twin towers.
Peace and Love to America. You will never be forgotten <3
