I still can't say it without breaking down a bit.
Wrote this for Global Comment before bed last night:
Barack Obama will be the 44th President of the United States.
To type those words brings back the euphoria of the first few minutes after the words flashed on the blurry screen of the projector lugged in at the last minute to update all of us at the Northeast Philly headquarters on the results.
I have been awake for many, many hours.
I woke up at 4:30 AM to arrive at my staging location by 5:30.
Like millions of others across the country, I spent the whole day working. I watched the polls, knocked on doors, brought coffee and donuts to poll workers, and I talked to hundreds of voters.
There was a little high every time someone smiled at us and said, “I voted this morning!”
There was an even bigger high when the pollworkers told us that turnout was double what they normally see.
There was an almost unbeatable high when our state was called for our candidate almost as soon as the polls closed.
But nothing comes close to the feeling we got when, in a roomful of people who’ve worked those same long hours, the screen told us: Barack Obama will be the 44th President of the United States.
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proud to be American. what a weird feeling.