It's taken a week to digest that Barack Obama is actually my president. A week of trying to process a lifetime of cynicism and anger and disenfranchisement at the political process and the apathy of my fellow Americans and, sadly, myself. For my entire life, the America I believed I was living in was a myth taught in classrooms than never quite became reality in, well, my reality.

I am among the last of the Baby Boomers. Born in 1963. Too young to remember Camelot. Weaned on the tales of the Depression and Internment Camps and Jim Crow and McCarthy by my Communist grandmother.

My entire bias of what this nation really represents flows from a volcano of absurdity and corruption. On the plus side: Freedom. No Pogroms. No Holocaust. WWII. Moon Landings. Television.

On the not so plus side: Vietnam. Watergate. Iran Hostages. Iran Contra. S&L. O.J. Simpson. Dick Cheney. Torture. Spying programs. 24 hour Television news.

But, now I must process this seemingly spontaneous rise of community and fraternity. In my mind, this election was truly not about Barack Obama. He was just the cipher. This election was about an invisible majority of sanity and intelligence reappearing throughout our land.

OUR LAND. OUR AMERICA. MY AMERICA.

The place where my grandparents and great grandparents came. The place where anything, ANYTHING, is possible. I have been walking around like the spawn of Yakov Smirnoff and Don King, muttering "WHAT A COUNTRY. ONLY IN AMERICA." Gone is the need to talk about new TV shows like, "ARE YOU DUMBER THAN A PALIN?" Gone is the need to write about another potential sitcom: What happens when Joe The Plumber is forced to move in with Reverend Wright in "BLESS THIS MESS? DAMN THIS MESS!" Gone is the need to write about George Bush preemptively pardoning himself. And so on. And so forth.

My soul has been rebooted. My acid reflux has abated. I am, for the moment, ramming up. The circuit boards are firing anew. My home screen is blinking. Waiting for a new user and password.