9/11 is one of those moments where most people can remember what they were doing when they first heard the news.
Ten years ago today, I was homeless. Not on-the-streets homeless, but between homes, staying with my family in an extended stay hotel. I first heard the news about the first plane on the car radio, as I was driving our laundry down the street to a nearby laundromat. The laundromat had a television, so as I (hurriedly) did the laundry, I watched in horror as the drama continued to unfold. By the time I was finished, the Pentagon had been hit, and we all knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that America was under attack.