My mother was going though chemo at the time, so I was with her in the US when this happened. We turned off the tv and put on some classical music to listen to. We were in shock and angry, but we had our own battle to concentrate on. I was oddly considering moving back to the US from New Zealand, but when that happened and I had time to consider it and saw the reaction of the politicians, I couldn’t wait to get back to the Land of the Long White Cloud. Little did I realise, the terror attacks would also change my destiny from living in New Zealand to rekindling a love affair and moving to Norway. (I think there is a really bad book in there somewhere….)