I can't believe it's been three years. Man. At this time three years ago no one knew how life would be so different in just a few hours time.

I remember how my mom called me, waking me up about 10 am, frantic to know I was ok. I actually was sleeping in that day, I didn't have a class till 11 or so. I remember just standing in front of the tv with my pjs on, disbelieving. I actually did get ready and go to class (as did most of the other students), but of course we didn't get much done and the professor let us out early. There was a school-wide email sent out, all classes after 12 were cancelled. I went to my first-ever vigil that day. I prayed. God, I prayed. I felt so much grief for the people involved and silently thanked God that I didn't know anyone personally. There are times when I still can't believe it happened. And there are reminders everywhere. You can't say 911 without a moment of memory. And I'm sad I never got to see the Towers in person. RIP Twin Towers and all those lost on that horrible day.

Three years ago I was just starting my senior year of college. I didn't even have a blog.