The other day, I walked out of yoga class and spotted the towers of light shining from across the East River. They're so beautiful, so haunting, so full of emotion. A rush of emotions from the memories of that day flooded over me. I moved to New York (without a single friend!) a few weeks before September 11th and nearly moved home in the cloud of tears that followed. It was one of the toughest stretches of my life, but I'm so glad that I stuck it out. Like the city itself, I've moved forward from the darkness and grown stronger with each passing year. I love you, New York.
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