I was all geared up to blog about my excitement for an Obama presidency, and trust me, I am very much excited. America has broken new ground, the message is clear throughout the states and around the world. The Age of Bush and Fear is over. After sobbing my way through Obama’s speech, I knew that I’d wake up today and feel a change. That somehow the pavement on which I would trudge upon would no longer be the same one I stepped on yesterday–that the world had made a turn for the better. Change has already taken place. Barriers that long divided our nation were broken. And me, I’m ready to face the days ahead with great hope and realism–with an understanding that not all the promises made during the campaign trail will be granted at the rub of a magic lamp, but hopeful that we can finally get to work on so many of the issues pressing our country.
As our country took a giant leap of progress, I was set back and had to stop and mourn California’s cowardice. I flipped to the local news channel as Vanessa, Andrew and I anxiously awaited the results of Proposition 8. With 18% of the precincts reporting, the gap in favor of it was pretty steep. I gasped loud enough to scare my mom who was in the kitchen. Despite the numbers, I fell asleep hopeful that I’d wake up to see it defeated. My rest was cut short, however, as I woke up at 4am and looked up at the TV which I forgot to turn off, to see that it had succeeded.
