5 year anniversary

It's been 5 years since 9/11. Where was I that day? I had no idea the planes crashed to the Towers. I was walking to casual carpool like any other day. I got in a car and the driver said what a day. I thought she was referring to the line at casual carpool. Then she said planes crashed into the World Trade Center. I said what. I was confused. She turned on the radio and we listened. I got to work and they told me to go home b/c the office was closed today. We all went home. Most people in SF were back on BART heading home. I went home and watched the news. I did go to REI to buy some clothes for my upcoming backpacking trip. I felt guilty for shopping when our nation was being attacked. I came home was glued to the news for the next month. The weeks following people on BART were all buried in their newspaper. Homes were flying Amerian flags everywhere. It was surreal. I didn't feel comfortable saying, "good morning" anymore. I felt I was disrespecting the people who died. I cried a lot for the children who lost their parents. It's been 5 years. Yes, much has changed and yet, much hasn't changed.