I was working in Evanston at the time and had been biking to work. It was 5 miles each way. I had my alarm set to NPR but for some reason that morning I kept hitting snooze to the the point where I was really really late. I just remembering rushing out the door. So I didn't hear the news before I left. It was such a beautiful day that day. Clear blue skies. When I got to work my office mate was glued to his computer. He didn't look at me and said they've attacked the World Trade Center. I just remember being really upset that the Pentagon had been hit. That made it seem so organized and scary, scarier that it already was.

We were desperately refreshing CNN trying to get updates. Someone had a tiny TV and people were gathered around it in shock.

I don't remember if they sent up home early. But I do remember leaving and watching two co-workers who were dating go home together and felt really lonely. I took the train home. I kept looking up at the sky and felt so vulnerable. There was an odd sense of connection to strangers on the streets in the days after. In the city you tend to avoid eye connect and there was this sense of collectively experiencing this horrible thing together. We were all on the same page.

I went home and sat in the dark watching tv feeling really lonely.