Spending this momentous night in a city that feels, for a couple of strong reasons, like a place I belong and a place I love. Even more than I thought I would, though, I wish I were home. I want to share this night with NYC. I doubt I would want to be at a party or even with other people at all; it feels very good to be alone (and especially valuable to be relaxing, in silence, rather than following the results minute by minute).
But I wanted to stand in line today, in my familiar position as one dot in the wild dizzying mix of people and origins and stories. I wanted to wake up tomorrow and walk in that river and feel my country moving further -- symbolically and otherwise -- towards the real mix. the dream of equal opportunities, the dream of common languages and spaces for every language. the dream of fear dissolved into opening, open minds and open eyes.
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