November 4, 2008
After a friend of mine living in Italy asked me what I was still doing home at 7 p.m. on election day, I quickly grabbed my things and walked to the train to witness history.
Once I heard the eruption of cheers coming from the lakefront it finally felt real. It wasn’t just conversation in the caffeteria at work, or a photo with headlines on the newspaper. It wasn’t just a sign in my neighbor’s lawn or a voice heard over a TV. What happened in our city was something entirely monumental, and I was part of it. Some of my peers used their journalistic instincts and reported that night - I went soley as a civilian.
My heart beat - the crowd was enamoured. Chants rang out, tears were shed. When Obama took the stage his voice filled the city streets - bouncing off the skyscrapers.
We welcome you, President Obama.
