We drank champagne tonight. I can't help celebrating the end of this eight years that has brought many of us so much grief, shock, frustration, disgust.
The hope I have is that this one will not be the monumental disappointment that the last one was, though I have to admit I didn't have high expectations of him in the first place.
This one, the new one, speaks eloquently, and forgive me if I seem a little cynical--after these past eight years, it's nearly impossible not to be--but time will tell if his actions are in accordance with his eloquent words.
He has a weight of high expectations and responsibilities on his shoulders so big it dwarfs this planet we call home.
I'm waiting to see what he will do to mark his time as the era of change he's promised us, and relief at the end of the previous era will inspire me to be patient.
Perhaps he really will do great things.
Celebration feels good. I feel a dark drape has been lifted from our lives in these United States, and I am internally dancing with joy and the promise of better things to come.
Copyright 2009 Melissa LaFavers