Wednesday, November 05, 2008

2012

I'm not going to get political.

I have nothing to say that hasn't been said.

Today, Darren make some smart ass political jab. Probably just to get under my skin. (According to Ashley - who works in his office - he was chuckling about it later.)

I countered with: "Have I ever mentioned how classy you are?" He can be such a wanker.

The election cycle can make you insane.
It can make you awfully nostalgic, too.

I remember the first election I voted in. I fell asleep to the election coverage in my dorm room. I was a freshman in college. I was barely a month past my 18th birthday.
I remember the second election I voted in. I fell asleep to the election coverage on the couch at my mom and dad's house. I was barely a month past my 22nd birthday. Finished with college. Interning. Confused.
Yesterday was the third election I voted in. I watched the election coverage, but managed to get to my bed before going to sleep. (Thanks, early call.) I am barely a month past my 26th birthday.

The next time we vote for a president, I will be 30.

My age is the only thing I can be certain of.

Maybe I'll still be single. I hope not. And, if I am, I hope I am content in it.
Maybe I'll still be working at my job. I hope not. This master's degree isn't cheap.
Maybe I'll be voting from a state other than reliably blue Michigan.
Maybe I'll be a mom.

I look back on the eight years since I first cast a ballot in a presidential election and, honestly, I don't know how much I've changed. Older, yes. More educated, sure. A few bad mistakes behind me. But the girl I was in 2000 and the girl I am today? The same. So. Exactly. The. Same.

Yesterday, the country got change.

When do I get mine?

2 comments:

Alison said...

OMG you just made me realize that I will also be 30 for the next Presidential election. Holy crap.

Things that I hope have changed are that I have a child, we no longer live in our crappy neighborhood, and my husband has found his dream job.

Yikes, thats a lot of work for only 4 years.

my life is brilliant said...

I didn't get to vote in a presidential election until I was 21. I got really into it, and my roommate and I stayed up late watching the coverage. It took forever to find out who really won!

It seems like I've changed a lot since 21. I'm married. I live in Texas with no roommates. I'm out of college. I have a dog. I like mustard, turkey, beer, and wine now (didn't like them at 21). I drive a different car, and my apartment is filled with completely different furniture (college apartment was furnished). I work out, run, and cycle. I go to church every Sunday -- at a Lutheran church (I was raised Baptist, but went to a Methodist church every once in a while in college).

Those all seem like pretty big changes (especially the mustard!), but I feel the same, for the most part. My life has changed, but I think deep down, I'm still the same.

 
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