Among the nervous chills running through my stomach as the inauguration day creeps closer are curious thoughts of what tomorrow will bring. I'm so anxious for this trip that I haven't fully packed my bags despite the 7 hours I have spent in my dorm. As I continue to look over my things, in fear of leaving anything of importance, I find my true problem. There is no proper preparation for this coming 2oth of January. I will be apart of what my mother and my mother's mother has been waiting for for years. I will witness something unheard of to Americans. An unreasonable idea before now an unmistakable reality. As I ponder on what to fill my bags with I see that my true load is that of my ancestors. A load that I can not carry lightly.
The pressure is here and will be handled by a brilliant African American Man and the hasty decisions of my generation.
What will tomorrow bring? A revolutionary leader! (and a black one none the less)
I might be here packing my bags for another long while...
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