

Super non sexy post, but feels weird to only talk about sex today. I’ll return to regularly scheduled programming after I promise. This post isn’t meant to be political in any way, I’m just sharing my experience, since some of you have asked. On 9/11/2001 I was living in St. Petersburg Russia, spending a year studying there between college and grad school. It was evening there, when things started “happening”. We didn’t have cell phones, and international calls required a phone card. I was visiting the flat of an American friend when we started watching the news. Her TV was so small. We have tried to remember whether her home phone started ringing first or neighbours were banging on the door, but neither of us remember. What is etched in my mind is how confused we were, living in another country, watching the news in a foreign language. Yes, we spoke Russian decently, but understanding what was happening in another language was much harder than making casual conversation. I came home for most of December, and we visited Ground Zero the day they finally put out the last of the fire. It took three months. Ended up marrying a guy in the military, who had many deployments to Iraq as a result. Life is weird and how we get to places is fascinating.I’m happy to answer questions but ask please don’t make this political or controversial.