It’s a weird time to be living in Washington, DC. This is my first time being in Washington, DC for an Inauguration, but from what I understand, this week bears little resemblance to past Inauguration Weeks.
To be in DC this week feels a little like you’re at one big funeral. I’ve been constantly on the verge of tears for weeks, and most people I know (regardless of political party) are in the same boat. Everyone’s also spoiling for a fight. Trump staff and supporters ready to fight the establishment, the rest of us trying to figure out how to fight back against the insanity. If you can’t have the fight you really want, petty arguments with co-workers, neighbors, spouses, or the person in line in front of you at Starbucks will do.