It's past noon, Obama is officially Mr. President!
Well, I did finally get a couple of tweets in. While watching the procession of guests onto the stage and opening remarks about the ceremony, I kept watching the clock. Whether he took the oath or not, Obama would become my president at noon (EST). And, he did. During the actual ceremony, my eyes welled up a little bit and then my reality set in again; time to get back to settling my life in NY in order to set it back up in Singapore.

Too many tweets a second ago? For real? Everyone twittering Obama, like me...

Ah, my inauguration post. I wish I could have enjoyed inauguration week. I was completely stressed out and obsessed with moving. I made it really difficult on myself by trying to leave the country within a week. But looking back on it, it worked out. I don't think I could do it all over again: as it was, I almost broke down about 3 times a day. In fact, the morning of the inauguration, I was reading the paper on the subway and saw a picture of Barack with one of his daughters and I almost lost it right there. It was a historical day and my stress level couldn't have been higher. Just before noon, I tried twittering about everything and I ended up timing out because just about everyone was trying to write something about whole ceremony. Amazing.