I'm back upstate for the weekend.
And it is beautiful. As to be expected.
But I've been thinking about this trip compared to when we came up here. When we came up here last month, my parents told me to be careful. My dad specifically told me to be careful because of my interracial relationship and "some people still aren't okay with that in some places". I, honestly, thought my parents were being ridiculous. When we did come up last month, we noted the number of trump/pence signs. And, as I thought, nothing happened and it was a lovely trip.
After the election, I talked about this weekend's trip back up here with my mom. "I'm scared that something could happen to you now," she said. And this time, this time, I said "yeah, I already thought about that in the shower".
I am up here and it's beautiful and I'm having a lovely time but I am also aware of the changes I feel myself making in the wake of everything. The changes I am making (lots of us are making) in the wake of news about the KKK, kids being added to a racist groupme at a school I went to, and more.
Most likely I'll just have a wonderful time but the fact that such thoughts have gone from ridiculous to completely possible in my mind is something.