Karen Greenblatt doesn't need an anniversary to remind her of Sept. 11 in New York City. She lived it, and lives with it every day.
Standing there amid the helpless crowd outside her Soho apartment in Lower Manhattan, she watched as the carnage unfolded.
"Everything seemed to slow down," she recalled recently. "People were crying and screaming. One woman was down on her knees sobbing. It was dreamlike.
"When we realized that what we thought were debris falling from the top floors were really people, the noises the people around me made ... You never imagine that people can sound like that. I never want to hear it again."
She couldn't get to Charleston fast enough.
A year later, she's still here, living in the South Hills house where she was raised, but feeling the lasting pull of the city of her dreams.
She first returned about 2 1/2 years ago, relinquishing her full-time job as a photography director (she produces photo shoots for advertisements) so she could care for her ailing father.
She continued her job on a freelance basis, often traveling back to New York or other cities to follow through with the shoots.
Her father died in 2000, and she resumed her life in the big city, but held on to her Charleston home.
She's glad she did.