Eight Years, Three-thousand Miles
I woke up on the morning of September 11, 2001 a mere thirty miles away from NYC and happy as happy could be. I had the warm body of Kevin in bed next to me, hot coffee waiting in the kitchen and after our shared shower we headed to work. I had met Kevin at the company I was temping at during the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college. In exactly 8 days, I would be getting on a plane to Oakland, CA to begin a new life at CSU Hayward as a national exchange student (think... Sign in to see full entry.