I was living/working in NYC when the attacks happened. My office was only 1 mile from the whole thing. I saw the towers fall with my own eyes. They looked like crumpled paper in the skyline. It was devastating. It was very hard to live in NYC after that. Every time I entered the subway I kept looking at everyone and their backpacks wondering who would harm us. My office was right around the corner from the armory, so soldiers in fatigues with machine guns were a normal sight. Quite a strange thing in manhattan. I remember all the victims families posting pictures of their loved ones that were missing all over my office building....for nearly a year those faces haunted me.
A year later we decided to move to North Carolina and escape the pressure and feeling that something else might happen. It's a very solemn day for me. I left my birth town for safer pastures...NYC really never felt the same after those attacks.