I went to vote early this morning in an attempt to beat the lines, but it just so happened that the rest of the Upper East Siders had the same intention. While waiting in line at the 92nd St. Y (which, I need to visit more often), I chatted with neighbors and found myself to be a tad bit nervous as I was about to cast my ballot for who I think should be the next President of the United States.
You know how the news anchors were talking about the undecided voters. Yeah, that was me. It was a hard decision. I watched the news, read the papers, perused articles, discussed with friends, read books, looked into the issues and everything else.
But I've made my choice. Hooray!