Your clips of "dancing in the streets" are so much fun. I saw them wed morning and shared them with my brand new friends I crashed with in a hotel room. We woke up bright and early, unable to sleep as soon as we realized where we were and what had happened.

Why do we feel melancholy when we achieve something we have striven so long for? I know part of my melancholy now is that this campaign was an incredible journey and moving on to the next thing, however exciting, means leaving something behind. I wasn't feeling that Tuesday night though.... The love felt in the room I was in, in calls and texts, was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The exhiliration of winning, pride on what we accomplished, gratitude for the struggle of others, and the feeling that we were connected with so many millions of people. the opposite of a world divided. I was physically and emotionally exhausted from days of volunteering, and so proud, and feeling the perfection of the moment. It was later that I realized that Cleveland is Cleveland and the scale of celebration there couldn't be a match for real cities. (And real cities can't be a match for New York). This was a once in a lifetime moment, exsaggerated by the contrast with the last 8 years, and last two elections. It took me two days to see the youtube videos of harlem, east vill, times square, DC, SF, and all over the world and I selfishly wish I was there, everywhere, in every place, soaking up the emotional overload of the crowd, wrapping my brain around what happens to people when they experience the anti-trauma, the shock of positivity in lifetime of struggling to process disappointment and evil.