I moved to DC in 1992, just in time for the election that swept Bill Clinton into the White House.

12 years later, I moved back to Texas–just in time to see Dubya get handed four more years.

Tonight, once again in the DC suburbs, I got goose bumps at the almighty roar that just went up, five minutes after the polls closed in California. Car horns blaring, people cheering, and it feels like the world isn’t quite as scary a place as it was just ten minutes ago.