Relapse seems to be the word of the day. I woke up to the news of the London terrorist attacks, and I didnít want to get out of bed. The same sick feeling after 9/11 probably hit a lot of new Yorkers today. Constantly watching CNN. Fear of riding the subway; fear of getting on planes. I thought about all those poor people who had to walk home today. They were the lucky ones of course, but itís such a lonely day. I was stuck in the city on 9/11. Couldnít call my family to let them know I was fine. I was nowhere near the WTC when it happened, but I walked downtown to my friendís house after they let us out of work. I walked from 63rd street to the Lower East Side. It was the loneliest walk of my life. Poor Wall Street workers covered in soot walked past me like ghosts. I couldnít cry because I was so shell shocked, and I just wanted to get home.
The only advice I have for Londoners, is that eventually the fear ebbs and you get back to your routine. I remember it took me a while, but it did go away. And hang with your friends as much as possible.