where were you when it happened it really happened
And if you are wondering what I did, I waited until it seemed real, and then I walked to the corner bodega where someone was screaming that now things were going to go THEIR way, and then I walked to the other corner where people spilled out onto the streets, where fireworks (the real kind) joyously erupted from stoops, where strangers wept into my arms and wept with me, poured champagne for each other, danced on the sidewalk, cheered with their arms in the air, screamed with happiness as cars and city buses honked in symphony with the collected relief, disbelief, feeling of finally that changed everything for everyone. I phoned Hyde Park, I phoned Indiana, I heard from Manhattan and Toronto and Los Angeles and Vancouver and then I watched the skyline of my childhood projected on the wall of the restaurant, everyone in the room both somehow silent and bursting all at once, and in this moment I desperately missed Jeff, desperately missed Oliver, and I watched the city I grew up in make an entire country, an entire world proud, not change everything but change something so so big and I never before felt more homesick or more at home.