Although I certainly have nothing to add about the election that hasn't already been said by others far more eloquent than me, if I didn't say a few words about what it felt like to live here when BARACK OBAMA WAS ELECTED LAST NIGHT (just writing that out makes me all teary-eyed), this journal of my life in San Francisco would be seriously lacking. If anything, this entry is for Future Me, when I am living in a red state, wearing mom jeans, and driving a station wagon (oh god, I hope this isn't really a picture of Future Me!).
On Sunday, while talking to my mom (who lives in
"Why? Why would you break it Tuesday?" my mom asked, confusedly.
"Um, because of the election?" I responded, thinking: HOW COULD YOU NOT BE SO PUMPED ABOUT THE ELECTION? "There are tons of parties…and I know I'll be drinking a lot…to celebrate, you know. I guess things are different out here…"
"Hmmmph," Mom said suspiciously. "Why are you going to election parties? Well, whatever. I'll be watching the results from my house."
On Monday, I read a couple of apathetic postings about the election from
On Tuesday afternoon, Cody talked to his little brother, who is registered to vote in
On Tuesday night, when Barack Obama won his historic landslide victory and the tears poured down my face as I watched African-Americans crying and celebrating in a southern Baptist church on MSNBC, a spontaneous party raged outside on the streets of San Francisco, with people yelling and whooping from their windows, screaming and dancing on the sidewalks, and passing cars honking their horns repeatedly.
I have never felt so much hope, so much promise, and so much unity in this country. The years I lived in