I was living in Brooklyn at the time. Our neighborhood was basically straight across from lower manhattan and inland a little ways. Woke up to my phone ringing. It was my mom and I remember thinking why is she calling me so early, I am trying to sleep. I ignored the call the first time but answered the second because I figured something was up.
She told about the plan hitting and just as I got off the phone and woke my roommate up, the second plane had hit. We lived on the third story of a three story brownstone and could get to the roof using the fire escape. We climbed up to the roof and just stared at awe and in shock of what we were seeing. The smoke just pouring out of the towers.
There were fighter jets that started to fly over the city and I remember asking each other, "how do we know those are ours?" We talked about what the hell we should do. Is the city under attack? Talking about it now still makes my heart race. I had friends that lived near the world trade center. I remember trying all day to get through to them but you couldn't get through. Luckily i heard from them later that day and they were ok.
We saw the first tower come down and I can't even describe what it was like seeing that. We went back inside thinking we better watch the news to see if we need to try and get out of the city and figure out what to do.
I remember later walking outside and all these people in the streets and the look of disbelief and sadness. I remember seeing all these people on the front steps of a church crying. They shut down everything in the city. Banks, ATMs, transportation etc. I remember the ATM thing because I was trying to take money out to buy some food because all we had in our apartment was a can of corn.
There was military stationed in the city. Guys stationed near the subway and trains and any attractions. Two days later we took an amtrack to my roommates aunt's in New Jersey. I remember the flood of calls I got from friends and family relieved to finally get through to me and know I was ok.
I remember the candle light vigils in the parks and I remember going into manhattan before we left and Times Square was a ghost town. It was one of the most eerie sights I have ever seen. A space with millions of people walking daily was now empty.
I also remember the sense of community and kindness that was in the city afterward. People wanting to connect with strangers.
I also remember the overwhelming grief of going down to ground zero and seeing the pictures of all the missing on the fences.
Somewhat relevant to this, I remember being very glad I lived in Iowa. I remember thinking how scary it must be to live in NYC or DC, or really any big city that would be the likely target of an attack, not knowing if this was isolated or part of some larger attack.