It’s afternoon and I’m not feeling this way anymore. I want to put up a “light” “happy” post to cover it, but I don’t want to take this post down as it’s a testament to the way I felt too often the past six years. Good to have it down to one night, one morning and half an afternoon.
Days like today make me scared that I will never leave the legacy I want to. Days like today should make me appreciate life so much more. I’m surrounded by so much beauty and wish I were in the only place that will ever really be home. I have never been away before on 9/11. I think I will have to return to New York every September
I wrote this several weeks ago, and never edited it. It’s rambling but explains a lot about me–things I have never said, even. It’s a sidebar post. All side bar posts can be found under the category
“250 word rant.”
I wrote a long post. Actually I wrote three. The title now has nothing to do with the post. I just like it
Six generations of my family have lived in Manhattan. I thought it was fewer but forgot to count great grandparents and cousins kids.
I found every excuse not to leave including having to go to the most expensive dentists in New York I have finally run out of excuses
They say nobody has ever gone broke living in Manhattan. Obviously nobody has ever lived in a building where owner’s expenses went up 40% with one months notice and no meeting to talk about it. That should be criminal. It’s not.
I no longer believe in any kind of security–in all its meanings. I do believe that as long as people refuse to discuss how 9/11 hastened the ever rising costs in New York, and the lack of help available to people who didn’t meet strict criteria, we haven’t learned anything.
I can’t apologize for caring about something that changed my life.
Yet I feel self-centered and wrong for bringing this up. The story I wrote below this is much better.
I have no perspective today. At home, in New York, it’s just another day. Here I look at the American flags raised in homes that don’t usually have them and wonder the myriad of reasons for raising them. Is it pure patriotism? Do people believe we went to war in the name of 9/11? God, I hope not
This was my last 9/11 post. I too suffer from 9/11 fatigue but until I sell my apartment it won’t be over for me. I repeat myself because I haven’t done what so badly needs to be done.
As Michael Stipes says it’s easier to leave than to be left behind…. Leaving New York never easy. I saw the light fading out