I woke at 3AM PST realizing the polls were open in Virginia -- I feel like a kid on Christmas morning!! Now I'm just sitting here waiting for my turn to vote in California and will report back later.

I voted a few days early, in Illinois. My "village" didn't have early voting so I had to go to the courthouse in Skokie. I should have brought my recent property tax bill (which went up, of course) to dispute, as the voting took place in the same room!! It would've been a "two for one" deal. There were no lines since I came at 11:45 AM, right before lunch hours. There were about 6 people waiting, and they were obviously of mixed ethnic origen since they were talking different languages!! That was the encouraging part-- everyone wants to vote in this election!!! Renee

I got in line just after the polls opened in MI, and it only took about an hour, which is probably the least amount of time I've ever had to wait to vote in a presidential election. I just hope it goes that quickly everywhere, so those that can't afford to take 3 or 4 hours off from work will all get to vote, too.

I couldn't sleep last night out of nervous anticipation; it felt like Christmas Eve, though I'm perhaps more nauseous than is usual for a Christmas Eve. It is shocking to think that this will be over so soon. What thrills me are the Facebook status all saying "Go vote" and the long lines around the elementary school, and the 2 million people who voted early in Georgia (compared with 3 million voting in total in 2004). People are out in droves.

This morning, as on all election day mornings, I wanted to be at the poll when it opened at 6:00AM. It's part of the pride I feel in being able to vote. When I go I always think of my father who spent 2 years in Europe, during my childhood, fighting in WWII in order to preserve our way of life. Usually I get to the poll at 5:45 and am first in line. Today I decided there might be a few folks ahead of me so I arrived at 5:30AM. To my surprise 5 people were already there. I was stunned. "What is happening?" I wondered. Shortly after 6:00, when I finished my vote, well over 100 people we waiting in line. The room was abuzz. What does it mean? We'll know by day's end.

I saw a line of people snaking through the elementary school gym when I arrived to vote. I overheard someone say, "I've never seen a line like this here." I think this election is going to introduce us to democracy's real potential.

I voted absentee a couple of weeks ago because I live in Canada. Around that same time, my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. He refused to get an absentee ballot, insisting that he would cast his vote in person even though we all knew he would not live that long. When I cast my vote, I thought of him and his desire for change and to "vote out all those incumbents" who he felt were responsible for the troubles of America right now. So, I voted as he would have had he lived to see today. He died a week ago but not before I told him I had voted for us.

I'm having an I-love-NY kind of day: On my way to a morning meeting, I saw a woman walking a dog who was wearing a "Got Hope?" shirt. (The dog, not the woman). On my way back from my meeting, I hopped in a cab and the driver showed me his Obama button and said "Today, I'm only driving people who are voting for Obama!" He was kidding, but I loved his sentiment. He was a Moroccan immigrant who became a citizen 5 months ago, and this is his first election. The lines were too long this morning, so I'm going back this afternoon!

I voted! Got teary pulling that lever. And I heard a father say to his 3 year old son, "Look around, you'll remember today." Chills!!!

No lines at my polling place, but lines down the block and around the corner pouring onto Broadway. No one looked annoyed though, which is unusual for New Yorkers waiting in line. WHAT. A. DAY.

Voting in Framingham MA was low key: mid morning there wasn't a big crowd. Even without the drama of a crowd, I have felt the pump of endorphins all day. Just a smile on my face. It is the hope thing. It has me going. I have this delusion that every single person I see feels as joyful as I do, and in my eyes they are all smiling with the same connection to the day, the moment of having the opportunity to cast an historic vote, and obtain an historic, and game changing result.

No lines in my polling place, either (I live in a pretty sleepy little neighborhood of San Francisco) but with 47 positions and propositions to vote on, it sure took a while! I teared up leaving the polling place, too. Here's hoping...

I voted around 11 this morning. No issues at all in suburban NY.
Husband voted at a different location and the person working the table said he was #135 around 9am. Working guy also said that last election they only had about 200 people show up total.

And I heard a father say to his 3 year old son, “Look around, you’ll remember today.” Chills!!!

Reading that just made me get teary. Seriously, I don't think I've ever gotten so emotional over this election until today. I've been a teary mess all day.

I have been walking around with a sense of joy, hope, listening to stories about the experience of voting. Contemplating driving into the city to be outside in Times Square - kinda longin' to be outside, celebrating with kindred spirits. Sounds like a big outdoor party in Chicago for Barack. I've been waiting for folks to take to the streets - seems like tonight's the night!