I cried last night when I heard the news. It still seems too good to be true–I guess I’m shellshocked after the last eight years. I keep expecting bad news around the corner. I want so badly to believe that we are this ready, but I can’t let my shoulders drop. I’m tense. What if all this gets taken away? I suppose it will have to be good enough that it happened in the first place.

Our first black President.

Damn. I’m crying again.

After a quarter of my life under the worst administration in history, I finally feel represented. As trite as it may be by now, I am hopeful. We have a leader who can speak well, decide his own policies, and offer a voice for people who never had one in America before.

At the risk of sounding just like every other wide-eyed liberal, I’ll stop here. And cry some more.