Sunday, November 16, 2008

The Election

Note: I realize I'm a little late to the party, but I'll give you my thoughts on the election anyway.

Where was I when it was announced that Barack Obama would be our next President?  In the shower.  In a hotel room.  In Mexico.  They say that everyone will remember where they were when America's first black President was announced.  Well, I hope it doesn't become something that people ask me when I'm older.  Had I been at home in Chicago, I most likely would have been in Grant Park celebrating with the rest of the city. 

It was very strange to see people celebrating just blocks from my office while I was lounging in the warmth of Mexico.  What was even more strange was the feeling of witnessing history from outside my own country.  This election was one of my lifetime's biggest moments and I felt very disconnected from the whole event.  It was Dee and I alone in our room.  We couldn't really celebrate with Drew and his fiancĂ©e because they were supporters of the losing side.  No one at the resort was talking about it and it was almost as if it hadn't happened.  Dee and I were excited, but we didn't feel the excitement that all my friends at home talked about.

For Dee and I, the initial excitement of the election didn't take long to wear off and I began thinking about the monumental task that Obama has in front of him.  However, I had hope.  I watched John McCain's concession speech and was impressed with his graciousness.  I wondered where this John McCain had been the whole campaign.  I firmly believe that had we seen more of that McCain, the race would have been much closer.  I watched Obama's victory speech and felt like he struck the right tone of tempered excitement.  Everyone seemed genuinely ready to get to the work of fixing our nation's problems.  I just hope they can hang on to that spirit throughout the next four years. 

1 comment:

  1. I confess I did not vote for President Elect Obama, but I am on his email list and text message list.

    I must say his was the best campaign in my memory of presidential campaigns (at least 9).

    By the last days of the election I was getting up to three text messages a day. It did start to get old, but if I were a couple of hundred miles closer to Chicago I definitely would have been in Grant Park, though.