Bright and early Sunday morning I was driving up I-85 headed back to Charlotte. I had spent the weekend in Atlanta for the wedding of my dear friend/old roommate Brenae (more details on this celebration soon!). I was anxious to get back to town to see Zach and attend the 11:15 church service so it had not even crossed my mind it was September 11th. (I know, I must live under a rock.)
On this day 10 years ago, I was a freshman at FSU getting ready for class in Gilchrist, my beloved dorm of two years. I remember the news being on that morning and me and my roommate Melissa standing in total shock and disbelief as the towers fell. I remember the erie feeling on campus as I walked to my first class and quickly walked back as the university cancelled all classes and closed that day. It was weird- everything was weird, and full of a heaviness that lingered like a smoky haze.
As I was passing through Spartanburg, SC on this monumental anniversary, an incredibly beautiful sight caught my eye off exit 75 and left me speechless.