I was in New York on September 10th and I flew back to Calgary that evening. Technically we landed after midnight so I was 'in the air' on September 11th on a flight from NYC.
I've never been back to NYC since. Not for any real reason, but I have joked that the last time I was there terrorists tried to kill me.
It was incredible surreal to be woken up early on the 11th after arriving home only a few hours earlier. The person who called me wasn't a close friend, but they did know I had been in NY. They were just calling to make sure I was ok. I was half asleep and was like 'why wouldn't I be ok?' and they said, 'You should turn on your TV'. I did and then sat there in stunned silence just watching for a long time. The second plane hit just after I turned the TV on. Surreal is about the only work that I can think of for the feeling and experiences that day.
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