He Was Our President
On January 20, 2009 my facebook timeline was filled with a single word:
We joked that Obama made it snow so we could watch his inauguration instead of going to school. 10 days away from Trump’s inauguration and 8 years away from that snowy day in Cary, North Carolina, I can’t but feel the space between then and now.
Today, he said goodbye in his last presidential address as snow and ice melts in Cary. I realize how much of my life has fit into Obama’s presidency. I would start and graduate college while he was in office. I would move at least 5 times. Amendment One would devastate North Carolina and then evaporate with the supreme court decision. Obama would be the first person I voted for president, 4 years after I worked on his original campaign. My stint working at a movie theatre, at a tech firm, starting my job as a content manager, getting my first play produced— all of it would exist within his presidency. Every time my mom was hospitalized and every crisis and hurdle that I have used every inch of my strength to claw my way out of existed under him.
Before Obama, I was a child. I was a that 4th grader that went home after school and watched the towers fall again and again. I was someone always taking classes just out of my depth because I wanted to be around people that had good ideas. I was a kid in 1 out of the 4 kids in Young Democrats and we were going to find the best candidate and work for him or her. I was that teenager that watched The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, and The Situation Room with Wolf Blitzer on a loop.
I’m not a kid anymore and the person who was there when I was 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23,24, and about to be 25— he’s leaving. He was our President. He told us that we could have hope and change, if we just worked hard enough to do it, we could get there. Now that we’re grown…he’s going. And we’re gonna have to pick up where he’s leaving off.
The ice and snow is melting now. I guess we have to go back to the real world now.