I woke up this morning hoping to open Twitter and join in the jubilee of a Hillary victory. I misunderstood the time difference, as Siri informed me that it was only 8:38 pm in Austin, Texas. I watched hope deteriorate all morning as the polls came in. As disconnected as I am from my own country, twice removed via France and now India, I allowed myself to experience the disbelief and then to mope not for myself but for the women, the POC, the LGBTQ community and the disabled. Then I tried to forget for a while. I went to yoga and forgot about the election. Afterwards, I came home and read people’s reactions and words of encouragement. I listened to Francois Hollande’s coded and luke warm congratulatory speech to Trump. As I try to absorb the results of American democracy, I realize that I don’t have anything clever or profound to react with. I chose to live my life elsewhere. 