If you follow my Instagram, you may have noticed I’ve been conflicted about voting in this election. I have publicly said more than once I don’t care for either presidential candidate, neither really speaks to me, nor do I feel like they can speak for me. For this reason, I was adamant about not voting. However I decided to register to vote this weekend, for two reasons: 1. I know I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, so 2. I would rather pick my poison.
By not going anywhere anytime soon, I mean outside of the country. For a minute I felt a little like a sellout, talking about voting and then observing the comments of the more “enlightened” community. Did I make the right decision? I made the right decision for me, a mother of three and single mother of two. I can’t barely travel
across states with my children, much less over seas, so my options are not the same as everyone else’s, just being realistic. For those of us who have to stay we have to live by their laws.
Therefore I would rather pick my poison. I think I can at least feel at peace with Hillary. I don’t foresee her just doing this in haste. As for Donald on the other hand, I cannot say the same. I would rather be able to choose who might screw me over the least if I have the right to do so. Again, whatever revolution is coming will have to be organized. If you are not seeking dual citizenship or renunciation, then you may want to consider how you will be living while you are here in the meantime.
For these reasons, I made certain to complete my voter registration. I regret I didn’t do it while Bernie was in the race. I’m all for the new system, but I won’t act like I would not like to be a little comfortable while here.