tuesday morning i drug my tired and unshowered body out of bed at 6:45am...the earliest i have risen in perhaps the last few years for an activity outside of work/ultimate/skiing. i dressed in long underwear and 4 layers of pata-gucci, ready to brave the cold and hour+ long lines. i arrived at the courthouse, bleary eyed, coffee americano in hand, ready to blacken a few ovals. the most important ovals of my entire life.
and then i voted
i left the missoula county courthouse filled with a pride i have never experienced, and found myself feeling that same pride 12 hours later as i was surrounded by hundreds of other missoulians...cheering, crying, screaming, pounding pints of PBR. and before i knew it, i was choking back tears. tears that i didnt know existed but had been waiting to come out for a long time.
i never knew how good it would feel to be proud of america. but as i watched crowds in the EU going bonkers, and villages in Africa crowding around a solitary television set and cheering for our new commander in chief, i was proud. its scary it took 23+ years for this feeling to set it but i dont plan on letting it go anytime soon.
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