Election Day in Melbourne
After sitting around all afternoon watching election returns from home, I went with A-ru to some shopping and to the library.
I left him at Melbourne Central and went walking toward the library. A car pulled up next to me, the window down in the afternoon heat. I heard a familiar voice: that of my country's new President-Elect speaking of hope and change.
As I walked further toward the library, I kept hearing his speech, coming out of shops, resturants, cars on a busy Australian street.
After returning books and paying my fine (yikes), I sat in the library café. The barista told me that her colleagues were all huddled around the radio hearing my soon-to-be President speak. I smiled.
When I had finished and went to pay, I realised they were playing a mix of his speeches over drum-and-bass. How amazing, that halfway across the world, people are so excited about my new president that they would play remixes of his speeches in a café to set the mood and entertain their customers.
As I walked back to Melbourne Central, I picked up mx, the free afternoon weekly. The cover, pictured here, captures the sentiment. The banner has been turned into a stylised American flag. When I ran into A-ru again, I was beaming.
After eight long years, our national nightmare is over. The world will love my country once again.
