I had prepared everything for my absentee ballot. Filled out the forms, stamped by the embassy, a month in advance. Receipts everywhere.
My dad wasn’t able to vote for me. Of course.
I’m in front of my computer for our Sunday call at 8pm/11am for me, when the election results come out.
They tell me that the far-right is in the second round, just as I refresh the page online and can see it myself.
No surprise. Pain, though.
I’m finishing my naturalization paperwork this week.
Heavy in the mind.