At the risk of sounding corny I do have to say that there is something magical about taking part in a national election. Today was my first time voting in my new home of Boston. The scene may have been unfamiliar and the method for casting my ballot was certainly different, but there was nothing foreign about waiting in line and making small talk with others in my community. I am as tired as the rest of you from the unending stream of commercials and phone calls, but the act of voting instantly washes all of it away.
Another feeling came over me this morning as well. For the first time I was just a bit concerned that my name might not appear on the voter’s roll since I am new to the area. I even imagined being turned away. It doesn’t take much to reinforce just how important it is both as an abstract political right and as a personal value and obligation. Finally, it reminded me of the sacrifices that so many Americans have had to take to secure this right for themselves. In other words, get out there and vote!
p.s. Make sure you thank a poll worker for volunteering to make it all possible.