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I got up this morning knowing that today was the day.

I tried to go cast my vote last week. I went with a group not realizing we weren’t all registered to vote at the same precinct.

Today, my friend and I were prepared to wait in long lines to vote. We both felt a little anxious about voting because I knew the address on my drivers license didn’t match the address I was registered under. My friend had an out of state license and was now registered in GA.

The bus was crowded when we got on, but I noticed all of the Georgia Voter stickers that decorated everyone’s shirts.

I live in a predominantly black area meaning my bus was filled with predominantly black people. Black people voting made me feel proud. It’s not something our community is known for doing.

We get to the polling station and realize that my friend and I aren’t registered for the same precinct. Grrrreat! Two lines to stand in today…

There was one man that was raising hell because he couldn’t vote there. He didn’t know where he was supposed to be voting if this was the wrong precinct. He kept showing his voter registration card with this precincts address to all of the volunteers working the pollling station. Next, he was on the phone calmly, but firmly telling people he was being denied his right to vote.

That part scares me. Already the news in Georgia has reported issues with people being mailed absentee ballots after they had early voted. There was nothing stopping these people from voting twice. There were also reports of people being registered to vote that were no longer living…

Forty five minutes later, I was done. I had my Georgia Voter sticker in my back pocket and it was time to make it to my friend’s precinct. A short walk and another bus later, we stepped into an empty precinct. She walked in and voted without any waiting. How cool is that?

On the way home, I kept hoping for change. (I’m telling on myself, aren’t I?) I’m excited. There is a party being thrown by LGBT for Obama tonight. I think I want to stay at home though. I think that it’s going to be emotional for me. I want to be free to flip through the stations, read the blogs, make a real memory for myself…

So I sit and I wait. Polls close here at 7pm.

Let’s see what happens…