I'm tired of it now. Nine years later, I'm sick and tired of the aftermath of the 9/11 attacks.
Nine years ago I looked out my window and saw the smoke. The TV was showing live feed of the atrocity. My friend the network news editor was on the phone in tears about the horrors she was seeing on her live feed (which was closer to the events and more detailed than the one being broadcast), my husband was alive and on the computer emailing our friends from out of town.
We were both out of work, my assignment with Merrill at World Financial Center having ended 2 weeks before. We lived with the horrors, lost friends, months of transportation and infrastructure repair, and we knew our lives would be mentally divided between "before 9/11" and "after 9/11".
The whole country was united in horror with those of us directly affected by the attacks, but "We are all New Yorkers" burned out quickly. The unity eroded into factionalism in some ugly ways, and we got pissed-off.
Nobody owns the tragedy, and everybody has done their best to keep us from moving on about it. We're still pissed-off that outsiders want to control what gets built where in New York City.
F*ck all of you! New Yorkers are sick of you and want you to go back where you came from, whether it's Florida, West Virginia or Snakenavel, Utah. Leave us alone and mind your own business while we mind ours.