Whew.
Yep. I cried. The good kind of tears.
And I’ve never wanted to be back in Chicago as much as I did tonight.
He’s got a shit year, or two, or four ahead of him. If he can’t wave a wand and make it all better, they’ll ravage him in 2012. Possibly those who love him most right now are the ones who will feel most betrayed if he hasn’t fixed everything by January 21st.
He’s not a magic bullet. He’s not going to save us all or anything. But today he made me proud of my country. He made me care enough to be part of the process for the first time.
Today, at age 31, I voted for the first time in my life.
I’m still crying a little bit.
The good kind of tears.