Blue Roses

As the day goes on, this seems less and less real. I still can't believe this happened. It's all so fantastical. I found out that my old friend Gabija's mom, who I've known for 16 years, worked at the WTC. We have no idea if she was there, if she is alive or dead. Ironically, when I learned that is when this became so unreal. I don't really pray, but I am praying for Daiva and Gabija today.

I think mine is the only university not closed today. I can't go to classes, though. I'm still numb. Can't concentrate on anything. Mom wants me to come home. I don't know. I'd like to see them, but I have things to do here. If we go to war (if? When, most likely), I'll still go to school. I'll wish I lived closer to home, and seriously reconsider Columbia for grad school, but life goes on. That's what happens.

But I'd still kinda like to be home right now.