I was 29 at the time and had just celebrated my two year anniversary the week before. My wife and I lived in Battery Park City (Gateway Plaza - about a block and a half from the WTC). Every morning we went to work via the subway through the WTC to get to work at Times Square. That morning, we were a little late, so we were in the apartment when both planes hit. Heard the second one - I thought a plane had crashed into the Hudson River.
Basically 2-3 blocks away when the towers fell. Scariest part was when the first (south) one fell, and we were basically pinned against the esplanade - didn't know if chunks of the building would hit us... it looked like a volcano exploded. Thought about the possibility dying from suffocation. I couldn't see my wife - had to hold her hand to know where she was.
I won't go through every detail, but ended up on a ferry to Jersey City, NJ, where we stayed at a scummy hotel and ended up living with my in-laws in Brooklyn for a month before we could get back to our apartment.
Fast forward - I was going to give a presentation about my experiences to my daughter's 8th grade class, but they aren't letting guests into the school due to COVID.
Attached are a couple pictures from that presentation showing where our apartment was.
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