Today is my first 9/11 as a New Yorker. I'd honestly forgotten what day it was until I got to work.
September 11, 2001 was an abstract for me. I lost no one that day; I could only feel the general sense of sorrow that every American shared that day. What I felt more keenly was horror and concern at the way my country was reacting to the tragedy, overcompensating wildly on the "freedom vs. security" tradeoff.
Ten years later, though, I lost a friend in the attack on the Benghazi consulate, and that made 9/11 very personal indeed.
Today I mourn him.