So I did it.
I admit, for the first time in a loooong time, I almost bailed. After a tiring day and my constant back and forth decision of who I was going to vote for, I actually sat there in the living room contemplating whether or not I wanted to even bother.
But my husband reminded me, “It’s only a minute away and the process won’t take long at all.”
“Okay,” was my only reply. I suppose it was more the thought of dragging a toddler with us… and the fact that she may only find it exciting if she is able to run from booth to booth, yelling ‘peek-a-boo! to whoever was behind it, voting.
He was right though. It didn’t take long at all as we were there at the end of the day and hardly anyone was there. Or… was that not a good sign? Was that a sign that yet again, we have a small percentage of Canadians voting? Oh dear…
After each election, I always feel a sense of accomplishment. I suppose because after talking to friends who just came from China not longer then a year or so ago, they asked to accompany us just so they can see what it’s all about.
I warned them, “Really? Well, sure but it’s not very exciting.”
But you see, to them it was. Because from a communist country, they don’t really get to vote. Well, there’s an election… with one out-come, really. So as my friend put it, it’s sort of a ‘pretend’ election.
We’re damn lucky. To live in such a country where we have the privilege to vote.
Another thing I noticed… those that were volunteering there… all different ethnic/cultural backgrounds. A sign of how Canada embraces multi-culturalism.
Oh Canada… you kick ass.