I got up early. Earlier than usual and got on a train and got to hug my dear friend Josh who was in town just for the occasion. The sun was shining in Ocean Beach and we sat on the couch and toasted with champagne at nine in the morning and my eyes were wet.

At work, I made tea and thought about how they all said it would never happen, that it could not be done.

How they said it right up until it was, until we did.

On my walk, I tried to see if I could mouth President Barack Obama without breaking into a grin before the last a.

Zipping over the bay, I watched the sun sink below the hills of Marin, the light fade behind the buildings of San Francisco and thought about how heavy this is, the first step on a very long road stretching out before us.

How everything is the same, except for that.

• January 20th, 2009
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