(Originally written August 15)
I’m back in Georgia—yes, doing the same work as before. If someone had asked me six months ago what I would be doing after college, I never would have thought I would be working on a political campaign. Was not even on my radar. But I’m here, ready to see this election to its completion. The hours will increase, as will the exhaustion and pressure. Every now and then I stop and wonder why I agreed to stay on, particularly since it wasn’t planned. And I remind myself of how historic this campaign truly is. Sometimes the unexpected – the unplanned – are the best experiences.
I had to leave Georgia to attend a couple weddings and retrieve my car. And on this past Monday night, I left Vancouver in my trusty Honda Accord and drove across the country to Atlanta. I arrived yesterday afternoon, bone-achingly tired but happy to dive back into work.
There isn’t much more to write for now. I do need to share about the post I promised over three weeks ago. On the second to last day of my six weeks in Georgia, I returned to Mellow Mushroom to talk with Curt. I was skeptical he would change his mind about the voting process, but I had to check once more before I flew home to Washington. After chatting awhile, he finally shook his head as if to say “I can’t believe I’m doing this” and told me, “Fine- give me the damn form.” Curt registered to vote. And I know that that would have never happened had Matie and I not worked on building a relationship over the preceding six weeks. Out of all the moments of my fellowship in Georgia, watching Curt register was the highlight of my entire trip. So there it is: closure for those who have been following his story.