This Actually Made Me Feel Better

The day after the election, the first thing I did was log on to an Ireland immigration site to see how long I'd have to put my animals in quarentine, were I to move over there. I was ready to get the hell out of here. The problem is, I love Seattle. I mean, I really love Seattle. This is an incredibly unique, glorious city that just makes me feel good.

Then I felt torn. I love my city, and Seattle is not the narrow-minded, homophobic, xenophobic wasteland that 51% of the U.S. population has become. But the fact of the matter remained: I still have to live in this country. That's the big picture. And it made me feel kind of headachey and nauseus.

So when I read this, I felt a lot better, and less like moving to Ireland. Though you know, Ireland is still out there, beckoning... Motherlands will do that, I suppose.