Four years ago I flew back to the US to vote the day before the election, and fell asleep as the returns were still coming in, secure that the country was turning blue, but woke up to four more years of W. I packed up my apartment and bags and moved to the country of cheese eating surrender monkeys. (OK ok, the fact that my lovely apartment had been turned into a windowless cellar had something to do with it.)
Last night I didn't take any chances and stayed up till 5:30 am. I chewed my fingernails to the bone, worried that inherent racists and tax-stingy plutocrats would sway the election, no matter what they or the polls said.
This morning I woke up singing and am sitting here in front of my computer looking at the photos on The New York Times website, tears streaming down my cheeks! This is the happiest I've been since I voted for Madiba!
It's pissing with rain here but my day is full of sunshine! Wish I was there to celebrate.
Oh HAPPY DAYS!