I was up at 4.30 a.m..
I'm not entirely sure if it was because I'm still nursing jet lag or if my internal alarm clock buzzed me, but I jumped up and out of bed to watch my new president sworn in. I sat there on the edge of a chair, crying like a baby as the sunlight began peeking over the trees outside the window and Barack Hussein Obama made the presidency cool again.
There's been more than enough said about this man and the genuine hope he inspires in people, both in the United States as well as around the world, and there's little I could write here which would add to it. Suffice to say, I have never felt this way about the United States in my life. It just feels as if the country has done the right thing.
I don't envy the job President Obama has at all and I don't believe he can walk on water. I'm just happy to have a president who can communicate a vision which seems to make sense. For me, that's enough.
Early this afternoon, I caught a glimpse of this story on my Google News site.
Thanks for the memories, you ass. Don't slam the door on the way out.
I'll never write about Bush again.
