Inauguration was cold but historic and completely worth it. A takeaway for how I physically felt that day: I do not think I have ever been so cold in my life nor among so many people.
(me, amanda, and her sister at inauguration)Time line of the day:
*I woke up at 3:30 am with only about an hour of sleep. At this point, my body was running on pure adrenaline since I had no idea what that day had in store for me.
*We finally got out the door around 4:30 am. I was dressed in thermal leggings, jeans, then waterproof sweats over, 2 pairs of socks and then uggs, a long-sleeved shirt, puffy snowboarding jacket, and then my heavy winter coat, snow gloves, a scarf AND a hat.
*I tried to smash everything I needed into my pockets so I didn’t need a purse. We also brought with us a blanket just incase we could sit down for a few (we didn’t) and some water and granola bars if we got hungry or thirsty (it was too cold and we didn’t). I felt like the Michelin man.
So we left also armed with a map of the best route to get to the Capital since half of the streets in DC were shut down. The streets had an eerie quiet. There were sporadic groups of people making their way to the Capital. There were also groups of about 3 to 4 National Guard troops on practically every other corner and army trucks blocking off streets. You felt like the city was on lock-down. Then you had had to remind yourself that this was a celebration!
Once we got to the mall is where the confusion and chaos started. We ended up walking too far into the non-ticketed section and then were fenced from going further. After finally finding a National Guardsman to ask directions, we made our way out. It was about 5 am by this time and there were groups of hundreds of people EVERYWHERE you looked. It is impossible to try and describe.
After asking for more directions a bunch of times we made it to our ticketed gates. Now we only had about 2 ½ hours to wait until they opened those gates for us to go through security and then we could go inside and wait another 3 hours.
(our final location)After 2 ½ hours of telling myself phrases like “no, you are NOT cold, Krisse” and “this IS history you are experiencing”, the line slowly started moving through security. We got through and rushed to find the best location. Frankly, we weren’t looking for the best view of the platform, we had learned from the concert, seeing a jumbotron was your most realistic bet. We were about 5 or 6 people deep right behind the last seated crowd. It kind of felt like we were the “common folk” gated off from those people with seats who didn’t have to wait in line since 5 AM. Barbaric nature at it’s finest! Anyways, as you can see in the pictures, we technically could see the platform that would hold Obama, even if he would only be a dot on it and have tree branches covering most of it!
That’s another thing. Everywhere at all the various events, bare tree branches blocked my view of jumbo trons and viewing stands. If Berkeley has taught me anything….chop those trees down!
(trees everywhere!)Once inside, time went by fast. I began talking to all the people around me about their personal inauguration stories. I met a barber from Ohio, a woman from Michigan, and a couple from New Orleans. Like I mentioned about the concert, there was a real sense of community at the inauguration. Everyone was cold and miserable, but at the same time wanted to get to know each other. It was not the time to be sheltered or isolated, it was a time to rejoice in America and your neighbor.
The actual inauguration went by super fast. I especially enjoyed, obviously, watching President Obama give his inauguration address. A few times, I would zone out because I would be thinking about how cold my hands were outside of my gloves (with heat packs!) clutching my metal camera, but then President Obama would grab you back in with a plan for his next four years and you would fall back into listening.
(picture of the jumbo tron)It was also inspiring to experience the speech with an older African American woman who came a long way that week and in her lifetime to see that speech. As she muttered “yes” to what he was saying, I realized that even though I thought this moment meant a lot to me, Obama’s swearing in gave this woman SO MUCH MORE.
All in all, I am so fortunate to be able to attend the inauguration. Along with being one of the most painful experiences in my life, it was also one that I will remember forever. No matter your political affiliation, there have only been 56 inaugurations ever, and I was at one. That is so cool!
(I'm happy to be there...even if my face is saying "I'm so cold!!")
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