Thursday, November 24, 2016


The world is a very different place than it was when i wrote my last post, isn't it?
We all woke up in a new reality the day after the election.

I had tried to stay awake and failed, but i could hear the news anchors talking as i fell in and out of sleep, both from my computer next to the bed, and from the living room where Patrick and Angus were camped out with chips, cheese, and energy drinks.

At one point i woke up. It was about 4 or 5 in the morning.
Patrick came into the bedroom and i looked up and i asked him what was happening, and he simply replied "it doesn't look good" and for a moment i thought i was still sleeping.

In the morning, when the outcome had gone from nightmarish fantasy to actual fact of life, we sat next to each other on the bed, watching the speech, holding each other, still in complete disbelief.
I remember crying a bit and i remember saying "i will never forget this moment".
And i remember saying "i'm so glad we went to the States when we did, because i am never going back" and he said "no, we are never going back".

Now, a few weeks later, i can't tell if i still feel that way, or if taking a stand like that even matters in this post-truth world we are finding ourselves in.
But i guess i am still glad we went when we did.