My first encounter with my new grandma-roommate was through the open crack of her apartment door. Inside I only heard yelling… in French! How metropolitan.
Every once in a while, I'll read some article about how keeping a journal is good for managing stress, and I'll feel tempted to start up a diary again. Then I get over it.
What were you doing the morning of September 11, 2001? Were you a completely different person with a completely different life? I was.