Here I am. It’s a full week into 2017 already and I’m just now sitting down to write up my thoughts about 2016. I’ll write another post someday about how the first week of 2017 has gone (but quickly tl;dr #hospital #asthma #bronchitis). Here goes…
- Started the year in Canberra feeling very pregnant with an active 19 month old and ended it in Doha with two active little ones (31 months old and 9 months old)
- Took nine plane flights (CBR to Melbourne to Launceston and return in February; CBR to SYD to DFW to ATL in July, and ATL to Doha by way of Amsterdam in September)
- Moved from a small house intended for two of us when we arrived in Canberra in August 2013 (and housed four of us when we left) to stay with my parents for seven weeks before moving to a quite large (for us) house in Doha
- Adjusted to new routines and new grocery stores while making new friends
- Watched the US election process…(I’ll keep my thoughts to myself on this one and just stick with the super personal stuff)
- Loved and cried and loved some more
While it doesn’t seem like much, 2016 was a transformative year. My immediate family is complete. I left a city I’d grown to love and I’ll likely never live there again. I made wonderful friends there, including a few with home I’m in contact with almost every day. These words can’t describe my experiences, so I’m going to stop trying. 2016 was good.
I really want to say #NotMyPresident, but he will be because I am a proud citizen of the United States of America. I respect the position and the process (even though it is incredibly flawed), but today (and since he entered the race as a big “F* you” to the Republican party), I don’t respect the person. I’m hopeful that my worst fears are not realized during his term.
That said, I get it. I understand the frustration that so many Americans have with the US government and I want to believe that many of the persons that voted for Trump did so because they are so disgusted with the establishment that they voted for a man that has never been a part of it and stayed with him even though the evidence of his horrible behavior continued to pour out. This makes me sad though, because in protesting the establishment in this manner, our rights are potentially threatened in so many ways—especially if you are not a straight, white male.
The Dems (myself included) rallied around a qualified candidate who will continue to be an inspiration to many and to myself as well (#Imwithher still). That said, the Dem backbench is filled with older, white liberals who are just as entrenched as Clinton is/was. Where are the young(er) Dems? The POCs? The LGBT*Qs? As a party, the Dems have a lot of work to do to offer an alternative for the future.
So, what am I doing about all of this? I admit to feeling a little helpless since we haven’t lived in the US in several years and it’s going to be several more before we get back. There’s many organizations that need help now more than ever (http://jezebel.com/a-list-of-pro-women-pro-immigrant-pro-earth-anti-big-1788752078) and I’ve already donated to several of them. After posting this, I’m going to update my information with Democrats Abroad and will be hunting for things I can do here to help things there.
#pantsuitnation #strongertogether #ImwithHer #LoveTrumpsHate