I wrote this post five years ago. Â Everything I remember is still as strong as it was to live it ten years ago.
I remember 9/11 like it was yesterday.
I remember I was working on the seating chart for James Coviello’s fashion show which was the next day.
I remember a model came by for a casting and was telling one of the designers about an accident at the World Trade Center just as my phone rang and James told me about the planes and I looked down at my computer and the photos were already on CNN.com.
I remember a few moments later walking up 7th Avenue towards Jamesâ€™ office. The streets were jammed-packed with people walking up from downtown. It wasn’t until that moment that I began to really realize how big this could get. The towers still hadn’t fallen but you could just tell how badly this could end. After about one more block I turned left and headed straight home.
I remember that even before I made it home I was going into emergency mode. I needed to get cash, I needed to get bottled water, I needed to get canned goods. I have never been in a war or natural disaster but it is odd how clear the basics become when you are in that situation.
I remember going into the nearby grocery store. It was packed with people and absolutely silent.Â No one was talking and no cell phones ringing because all phones were down. Â No carts or hand baskets were available; people were packing groceries into empty shipping boxes and pushing them around the store with their feet because they were so overloaded with essentials. Someone dropped a jar of spaghetti sauce and it exploded with a loud, glass crunching boomâ€¦.and everyone froze like deer in the headlights. I remember seeing one guy buying only fresh fruit and yogurt; that seemed like an odd strategy to me. When I got home one of my neighbors asked why I was buying so many groceries. Â I said, “because we are on an island.â€ť Â That changed the look on his face and he walked away.
I remember being able to watch news coverage on TV and being able to look out my South-facing window next to the TV and seeing the real scene. It was truly surreal.
I remember it was beautiful and sunny and it was that way for the next few days but all I wanted was for the rain to come and wash away the smoke and the smell of burnt iron.
I remember feeling so isolated because Manhattan is an island and it is tough to get off an island quickly – especially with a two-year-old. By the same token, it is tough to get things onto an island so I really worried about if we would have enough food and supplies. The stores were picked clean and there was no telling how long it would take to restock.
I remember seeing the towers fall while watching TV but not understanding what I was seeing while it was happening. I didn’t see it on the videos we all see now, I saw it on a live-feed shot from a news helicopter above – the angle was so weird and close that it was hard to grasp what was happening.
I remember jogging from my apartment down to the WTC all that summer. I can still picture in my mind exactly how it looked down there and still when I walk down there I still expect to see the towers. Â Even more than missing the towers when I’m downtown I sometime think I will run over to the bookstore that was at the base of a WTC, completely forgetting it is not there anymore.
Five years later I still remember everything about that day and I probably always will.