The week after Christmas, my sister's family went to New York and D.C. What an amazing time to be on the east coast.
In D.C., they were staying a mere 6 blocks from the Obama family's hotel and as they sat gathered around the TV on the night Barack landed in the city, they decided to bundle up and go stalk him as he arrived. They mingled with the press outside his hotel, and as his motorcade approached, they could see the President-elect inside his limo, waving to the crowd. I was so jealous when they told me this story.
In my lifetime, I have voted in 5 presidential elections. And with each passing election, I have felt my passion for politics steadily grow. Because with each one, it seemed there was more at stake. Particularly this time, it seemed our country's fate was weighing in the balance—would we continue down the same road we'd been treading for 8 years, or would we take a new path?
This morning, as I listened to the inauguration on the radio in the way into work, I felt like my heart was going to explode. I was so filled with joy and hope. I feel so ready to roll up my sleeves and do whatever our new commander deems necessary to fix our country. I am overwhelmed with excitement to be led by this man.
Although I didn't get to see him in person, waving from his limo, my nieces were nice enough to pick up a Barack Obama t-shirt for me while they were in D.C. I put it on this morning with great pride and unwaivering optimism that we are on a path to changing for the better.