I feel I must mark this moment as my own, so I can revisit it over the next few decades and say, I was there, I wanted it, and it happened.
In an email this morning, my Mom informed me she was saving today’s front page of the New York Times, adding it to her collection of only two other issues: the JFK assassination and 9/11.
Today is that kind of day.
Barack Obama is the President-elect of the United States of America. I’m not overwhelmed with excitement so much as relieved and exhausted. I had emotionally committed to this outcome as inevitable, as cosmic justice.
I won’t dog you with my ideology; this post is simply a marker. On October 15, 2008 — during the third and final presidential debate — I twittered:
I so rarely have the feeling of watching history as it actively unravels before me.
Thank you for obliging me.