I’m not even American and I’m excited. I’m hopeful. I’m watching your election and feeling elated and hopeful and looking to the future with stars in my eyes, imagining your next president as someone different, someone who will pick your country up like a small fallen child, dust it off, and set it on the right course again.
I’m only your neighbour and I’m so excited I could spit. We’re used to same old same old up here. But for y’all down there-it’s like you’re on the cusp of something almost magical after so much scary, scary stuff.
Hope. I has some. And it sparkles.
Get out and vote. Bring snacks and a book, cause lord, you guys are bringing it. But vote.
I’ll be up late watching too. 🙂