In 2004, I spent election night in my college newsroom, waiting to hear who our next president would be. I was a fervent Kerry supporter (though my real love was Howard Dean) and I had my fingers crossed. Part of me believed that the Bush administration could be voted out, that America had had enough, that John Kerry could actually be our next president. I sat in the ancient newsroom on the third floor, with its 1960s Eames couches (I still lust after my old office couch) and its musty smell and watched the tiny TV with my fellow newspaper staff. All of whom had voted for Bush. I was dismayed.
And then, of course, Ohio was called for Bush, and the newsroom erupted in cheers. And I sat at my computer, all alone. And then I got up, dramatically, and went into the closest office to lay on an avocado green vinyl couch, heartbroken and disillusioned in the political system I worked so hard to change.
One of the Bush supporters, one of his most loyal, the one I had gotten into the most fights with that election season, came over to me and made me hold out my hand. I did, and he dropped a little silver Hershey kiss in it, and said, “I’m sorry.”
That guy is voting for Obama this year. People do change.
I’ve been trying to embrace a more bipartisan lifestyle, though sometimes it’s a bit difficult. I keep an open mind with things and I’ve done a fairly good job not shoving my politics down people’s throats. I’ve tried to be very low-key this election and I’m pretty sure I’ve come out of it without any enemies. My Republican friends still like me, so that’s one good sign.
And tomorrow I vote, and voting makes me excited, it gets me energized and ready for (dare I say it?) a great leap forward into an unknown presidency. I love watching election returns, all of the coverage. I don’t know why I thought I would not have to work on election night (brain damage?) but I was originally dismayed to learn that I would have to work. I was hoping Marques and I could go to a bar, get ourselves nice and drunk and silly and watch the electoral votes climb. Or climb in bed and eat popcorn and hot chocolate, anxious and eager to see the winner, whoever it may be.
However, now I am almost overjoyed to work during election night - it’s not glamorous or relaxed, but I have to pinch myself sometimes because I am here, in Washington DC, in a political newsroom during the most historical election of my generation and it is a far, far cry from where I was 4 years ago.
It is humbling and it is exciting and I will be here, in front of my computer, refreshing CNN, listening to the news being created, history being written. And I will be here with my fingers crossed.












