I concede that I wasn’t always a news junkie, but in my time in college and recently after, I have been incredibly involved in what’s happening in our world. And even more so now during this election cycle. I tirelessly watched both sides — admittedly rolling my eyes through every Trump rally. But I felt cautiously hopeful, saying to myself, “He won’t make it into office again, not with Kamala in the race.”
I watched the election-night coverage with a knot in my stomach. The red mirage hit hard and early on the map, and my anxiety became more potent as I watched the U.S. turn more red. I had a small hope that the blue wave would come to take over. To my disappointment, there were only mere puddles where a tsunami should have been.
I am by no means an optimist — however, a part of me held out hope that I would watch as her numbers slowly overpowered Trump’s. To my dismay, that moment never came, and all reports moved to say: Trump Wins.