Archive | 3:30 am


11 Sep

Until I was 22, I was a New Yorker.

The plan was that after I graduated from college, I would move back to New York, and get a job and an apartment in the city.

But things don’t always go as planned.

In February 1997, I made the decision to leave New York and move to Boston. And it’s at least partly due to that decision that I consider myself one of the lucky ones.

As we observe the tenth anniversary of 9/11, I can look back on that day and know I was nowhere near the World Trade Center. Instead, I was in Boston, on my second day at a brand-new job, being told about the benefits package, when the first tower was hit. Continue reading

%d bloggers like this: