I was working at home and my husband called to tell me to put the tv on. Both towers were burning by then. I with everyone else watched in shocked disbelief as events unfolded that whole day.
I got through to my dad pretty quickly, who lived about 20 blocks north of the WTC, and made sure he was ok - although his whole area was being showered with smoke and ash. I was also able to ascertain that my cousin, who was with Lehman Bros in a neighboring building, was not in his office or even in NY at the time. A steel girder ended up crashed in through his office window.
I had just gotten my new puppy on Sunday, Sept 9th, and I spent the whole day holding her on my chest, watching, or just walking around, in complete shock, disbelief, and fear about what was going on in NY and the other sites.
I grew up in NYC, on the lower east side of Manhattan. But however many times I'd travelled back up to the city over the years, I never failed to get excited at my first glimpse of the WTC from the NJ turnpike. And I still miss it every time.