Eight Years Waiting

Finally. I think today would've been huge even it we hadn't inaugurated America's first African American president. Things are so sucky, people are so tired of this crap, we really are ready for change.

And boy were we excited. Not only that someone well-spoken, tolerant, educated, and knowledgeable is coming into office. It's that despite the intolerance and all other crap that's taken place this decade, we could still get it together enough to change the course of America.

Just hearing him speak outlines the differences that we're about to see. I could listen to Mr. Obama speak for hours. As opposed to the other... 

I'm even more excited, because I helped elect this president. Sure, my votes in Georgia don't count. But I was there, I raised money, I handed out stickers. I no longer say "this is not my president."

There are a few days in my lifetime where I know I'm watching major history unfold. Those times where I know exactly where I was and what I was doing and how it felt. September 11. The Columbia. The beginning of the Iraq war. And now, the inauguration of America's first black president...

...and here's hoping that he can tackle this mess we're in.