I've never felt patriotic before (the word "patriotic" itself stems from Greek "patrios" which means "of one's father" which grates my skin with its patriarchal roots), but this morning I feel like I love America. So I'll say, I feel country-loving. The people I saw yesterday in New York and Atlanta brought me to tears. People of all backgrounds. People giving love. The guard at the airport guiding me with a smile to the right lane. The security folks joking with me and with other passengers. The flight attendants bringing me special tea and chuckling with other passengers how I stared a whole new fashion (everyone asked for coffee). The Airbnb host offering to pick me up from the airport. The passenger at the airport wishing me a safe homecoming. It just...overwhelmed me. This is America. The cooking pot of all our differences. Yes, it's imperfect, but god-fucking-damn, I love it.
For the first time in my life I felt like this is worth fighting for. All these people.