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I remember listening to the results the night of the election. There was so much electricity among the crowds on T.V. as they waited in anticipation. I felt it through the TV and it mesmerized me. Slowly the numbers came in. I couldn't stop watching. My husband and I sat transfixed as we waited for the final announcement, our eyes glued to the T.V. as we ate dinner on the couch. Green curry and rice. I swear I can't even walk into a Thai place anymore without having flashbacks. State by state they trickled in at what felt like a mind numbingly slow pace. I couldn't get comfortable and began to fidget constantly. "What is the matter with you?" asked my husband after enduring several non-stop minutes of constant movement from my end of the couch. And then the announcement. I will never forget those words. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Barak Obama has just been elected the 44th President of the United States." It was over. I wasn't surprised and yet I was relieved. For months now we had been watching the process unfold and now it was finished. Thank God. Don't get me wrong. I voted for Obama. But seriously, did the election process seem to take a painstakingly long time this go around? If I had to listen to one more political commentator drone on about who had the best chances of winning, I was gonna frickin' scream. I actually really love politics. I also love the fact that our country, though long overdue, had finally elected an African-American. But man, I couldn't be happier that it's over.