Sorting through the first 18 years of my life.

My parents moved into a new house in June, leaving behind the home I spent a decade of my life in. This Thanksgiving weekend has been the first time I’ve actually stayed and slept in their new home.

And because of that, my dad has charged me with sorting through all of the crap I accumulated when from ages 0 to (almost) 18, which my family had to pack up since I was in Reno during the summer.

There’s a lot of it. I’ve only gone through two boxes, and I know there are at least a dozen more in the garage.

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I still feel the goosebumps from watching the results come in as I helped cover the Dem watch party for the AP tonight.

As I watched Obama’s speech over the tops of several heads, all I could think was how historic this night was. I wasn’t aware at the time of the record voter turnout or the absolute blowout in electoral votes. I just felt it.

I am proud to say that my generation stepped up and made their voices heard. I am proud to say that I voted in this election. I am proud to say that Barack Obama is my next president come Jan. 20.

This is history, folks. But don’t let me tell you that.

Let him.