On this anniversary of the horrific terrorist attacks that killed thousands of people, I’ve already spent a lot of time thinking about how life has changed since then.
Surely there’s the obvious — the wars our country has fought in Iraq and Afghanistan; the added security at airports; the question of every bag left unattended.
But there’s also the stuff that doesn’t always come up immediately. A lot of it very personal.
In the nine years since the attacks, I got engaged, we married, we got a dog, we’ve traveled the world, we’ve changed jobs, we’ve made new friends, we’ve become an aunt and uncle, we’ve moved — many, many times — we’ve loved life.
I, of course, will never forget what happened on what started as a peaceful, beautiful fall day. And I would never want to forget. But I can’t let it consume my life.