It’s Friday. I could be out exploring the Copenhagen nightlife. Getting to know the city after dark. But I’d much rather be right here, nestled in my PJs, eating dark chocolate and sharing a bottle of wine with my roomies.
It’s September 11. A date that holds so much emotional resonance to everyone who was alive to see it unfold. I can’t believe it’s been fourteen years. FOURTEEN. More than half of my life. But I can still remember the day like it was etched on the back of my hand.
This last May, I was privileged enough to visit the 9/11 Memorial and Museum at Ground Zero. It was my very first time in NYC, and I knew I couldn’t leave without paying respects. It was incredibly moving, poignant, emotional… everything you might expect from such a place.
I may not be in the States right now, but that doesn’t make me any less proud to be from a nation of warm, resilient, and strong-hearted people. Sending my love from across the pond.