Where I Was

I was freshly relocated from New York to Boston and sitting at Putnam Investments waiting for an interview.

It never happened.

I sat unaware in the lobby as those airplanes struck the Twin Towers. It wasn’t until the second plane hit that I found out what was happening. The receptionist gossiped about it on the telephone, clearly unaware of the tragic events that were unfolding. My interviewer never emerged and I’ve since wondered if she ever bothered to look at my resume. Did she ever notice where I had come from? Where I had worked?

I got up and left without saying a word, feeling confused and panicky. I wondered what was happening and thought of our family, friends and co-workers that would be in or near the World Trade Center. Driving through Boston to our new apartment, I wished I could go home – to New York – and prayed that our friends and family were safe. 

At home, David and I watched the city on television, thinking of the firefighters and city cops who were friends, and wondered where they were. 

I’ve said my bit about this day and where I was when it happened…now I will say a prayer for the lives lost and go on, thankful and proud to be an American.


  1. Yours is the first intact photo of the Towers I have seen in days. For that alone, thank you. I really needed that.

  2. I agree with Kim. It’s nice to see a photo of the towers as they were.

  3. Amen. It is one of those things that you will never ever forget where you were. Especially those of us that lived so close and knew NYC as it used to be. It is a pain that never heals.

  4. The most poignant posts are the ones with just a few words and a whole lot of heart behind them. Thank you for this, Kelli. A beautiful tribute.

  5. The photo is lovely. I think it’s important to remember what was as well as what happened.

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