The ten year anniversary of 9/11 got me thinking. I thought about not so much the terror of innocent people dying ( I am a crier and as it was all the stories and commercials had me bawling) but rather where I was when the Twin Towers were attacked. I can recall how I was in my apartment during my freshman year of college. Classes had been going on for about a month. I was getting ready for class when my neighbor down the hall called me over. I rushed over to her apartment and just stared jaw dropped at her tiny tv. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
The images of people dying immediately sent my mind racing to images of my loved ones in the armed forces. I knew we would be going to war and that my loved ones and friends who had just recently enlisted would soon be in harm’s way.
A lot has happened since that milestone in my life. Ten years ago I was a freshman; today I am in my ‘freshman year’ of my doctoral program. Ten years ago I was just getting used to not living with my parents, who at that time were just a two hour drive away. Today my parents live 2114.14 miles away, better yet, I should say I live 2114.14 miles away from my parents.
In those ten years I have experienced a lot of different situations I had never placed much thought on. I knew I was just starting my life as an adult, but I did not worry too much about the future; I assumed things would work out in a positive manner. In those ten years I was introduced to the concept of love, jealousy, lust, disappointment, betrayal and new friendships. I was forced to rethink what I thought I wanted in my life. I graduated from two different academic degrees, but I was far from graduating in maturity.
My friends and family started to marry, some to have children, and grow in a way I have yet to experience. I am just now starting that chapter in my life and am very apprehensive on how I will do.
In the ten years since September 2001 I have lived in thirteen different houses/apartments in three different regions. In case you are wondering my domiciles can be broken down as follows:
- 3 apartments in Puerto Rico as an undergrad
- 3 apartments, 1 townhouse and 3 houses in Arizona
- 1 apartment, 1 townhouse and 1 house here in Arkansas
In those ten years I had my share of romantic relationships, some that ended up as friendships, others that I don’t plan on speaking to anytime soon. In those ten years I had to say goodbye to my maternal great-grandmother, my paternal grandfather, my godfather, a maternal great-uncle and my beloved Morpheus.
The past ten years have been full of ups and downs, endings and beginnings. I am curious to see what the next ten years bring. I guess I will just have to wait and see.








