womens-marchFriday I was lucky enough to ride on a bus to the Women’s March in Washington D.C., and the experience was once in a lifetime.  The week leading up to the march was hectic, and I was exhausted and running around right up until my 9:00 PM departure time. I hardly had time to think about what I was doing until I was doing it.  Here is a glimpse of my whirlwind of a weekend that I am still comprehending. 

I am packing a bag. I am standing outside with strangers and friends waiting for a bus. I am getting on a bus. I am spilling my guts to a stranger. I am in D.C. I am listening to an organizer tell me where to make and modify signs in the bus parking lot. I see Oklahoma Avenue and remember where to go. I am walking toward the capital in a steady stream of people wearing knitted pink hats. I am in Lincoln Park. I am at a rally breakfast in a friend’s friend’s apartment. I am meeting people from all different backgrounds.

We walk, we rally, we take pictures, we read signs. We glare at the fenced off capitol building with crime scene tape and signs surrounding it. We laugh at statues wearing pink hats. We go deeper into the crowd. When a wave of cheering comes our way we join in, because we know it is something we are supporting.  We see little girls, old women, Native Americans, immigrants, refugees, young men, old men, boys, and who knows. We say the same words, we support the same cause. We hold our signs up, we chant, we stand, we high five police, we can hardly move. We march.  We smile, we run to read headlines at the Newseum, we jump back in the parade, we wave at people on the sidewalk and cheer at people holding signs in windows.  We boo, chant, and hold our middle fingers up at the trump hotel. Equality, immigration, decency, democracy. We are the majority. We scream at the FBI building. We move on, we rest and cheer, we take pictures. We get as close as we can to the white house and we are loud as we can be.  We need to eat, we walk miles to find a place with no wait, we still have to wait, we are happy to hold up our signs and see other signs. We drink, we reflect, we think it is awesome.

I get in a cab, I run to the bus, I get back to my seat. We cheer, we share stories, we read the news, we cheer some more.  We hit the road, we sleep, we say goodbye, we go home. We will never be the same. We are ready for more and we want more.