On route from the 24th/Mission BART station, I hear the helicopter circling overhead. The posters plastered along any empty wall and gate space for No on 8, Yes on 1a, Mark Sanchez.

But it’s the rallying cries of joy that I hear the most. The honking and the screaming. The happiness that come with people shouting “whoohoo”. A car would honk, then another and yet another. Some cars with sunroofs were rolled down with people popping out of them shouting in glee.

I personally expected the outcome. But as I walked through the station upon exiting, I almost could sense that we had accomplished some sort of success. It was happiness. We did it.

There is celebration. Once again.