Election Day

Today is a HUGE day in the USA. I feel some sorrow for not being there. History is about to be made and I'm living and working on foreign soil. I want to be a part of it and I feel left out...like a teenager who didn't get invited to the party of the year.

Of course, I had an invite. Everyone who's a U.S. citizen has the right to vote no matter where he or she is living in the world. I just got so wrapped up in my life and surviving my time abroad that I couldn't be bothered to send my R.S.V.P.

Now, I'm forced to go about my day in a country that doesn't care (nor should they) about who the next Commander-in-Chief will be. However, it's all that is on my mind.

America is at the edge of a cliff right now. In my mind, either candidate could push us over the edge or he could pull us back to safety. Only time can really tell what the result will be.

Either way, there's a part of me that wishes I was there to be a witness to this dramatic moment. It's one of those moments where everyone remembers exactly where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news...like JFK's assassination or 9/11. Except, instead of hearing of tragedy, we'll be learning of triumph.

I know America has hit a dark time. We experienced such a long run of prosperity that I think it's only natural (and inevitable) that we have our share of struggle. However, I always have hope.

Hope is what is getting me through the regrets of not being present in my home country and not casting my own vote. I hope my fellow Americans make the best choice for our country. I hope, no matter the outcome, our country will finally get the change we so desperately need.