I had just arranged to take off four days in a row from my work. I was kind of self-employed and had worked like the devil all summer, so it was the first quiet week for me.
My mom called me at 7:30 approx. am and said....Elisabeth turn on the TV.
A private plane or something has flown into the WTC in New York City.
For the next four days I did not leave my house except to go to the market, where everybody was trying to get to a television set. I was at home, glued to the TV, watching an unimaginable history. I lived by myself at the time, and I remember getting drunk and calling one of my ex-boyfriends, crying. He hung up on me. I've only been seriously drunk like three times in my life. Strangers in the grocery store were hugging each other. We were all hugging each other . I think the thing that scared me the most, other than the horrific, nightmare-inducing sight of fellow human beings jumping to the deaths...was when they
closed the border to Canada. I thought What the F**k is going on? Because I knew some people who own a Bed and Breakfast in Vancouver. I told my mom "Pack up. We're going to Canada. Right Now. Pack Up. I've called Bob and Melissa and they said we are welcome." My 70-year old mom was like "honey, calm down...take a valium...you have a job, you can't just go to Canada." I feel ashamed to admit it, but I was scared, shocked,confused and really, really angry. Some courageous American, huh? Wanting to flee to Canada....