Nearly everyone I know woke up at 5am on Inauguration day, except me. Instead, I slept in until 8:30 before getting up and walking towards the capital. I went up to the not ticketed section that was closest to the capital and, in my tired, confused state, managed to cut the entire line. I breezed through security and bag check before walking all the way to the large chain metal fence blocking my view. I back tracked and found the perfect spot with a great view of the Capital, not that I could see anything.
Now it was time to wait, for over an hour in the cold. The crowd was excited, counting down the time we had left of Obama and chanting “LOCK HER UP” when former First Lady Hillary Clinton was introduced. While freezing and waiting, a photographer somehow took a photo of me without my permission and proceeded to sell it to newspapers around the world (The New York Post, South China Morning Post, as well as publications in North Dakota, Pakistan, and India). All the articles were about how Trump’s hats were not made in america, while ironically, their featured image featured me in my MAGA hat that was in fact made in America.
The Inauguration started. The entire ordeal was very prayerful in tone and the crowd was respectfully hushed. We celebrated when Pence, then Trump were sworn in, and rallied behind Trump as he gave his incredible, hopeful and uniting speech.
After the swearing-in ceremony, I headed to the parade route and got a spot right next to Trump’s hotel and proceeded to wait and freeze for hours. There were hardly any protestors, just a small clump. In fact, the entire weekend I only saw two protestors. Everyone else was there to witness history and support The Donald. The parade was extremely late, so I was forced to leave before it even started so I would have time to walk home (since the metro was closed) and get ready for the (not official) Inaugural Ball.