We park outside of a diner I've never been in before. It's an hour outside of Portland,

Maine and an hour outside of my comfort zone. It's early, and according to Google,

the diner isn't open yet, but the parking lot is already full of pickup trucks,

and I can see people milling about inside, sipping coffee and watching TV.

As soon as we get out of the car and approach the building, customers peer at us from behind

the blinds. Before I open the door, I take a deep breath.

Morning.

I step inside and stare down a room full of people I've been afraid of talking to for the past five months.

You're listening to millennial, a podcast about coming of age.

What happens when you realize you've started to see the world in only two colors, red and blue. Is the only way to change that to

burst your own bubble?

On the night of the 2016 presidential election I go to sleep at 10 p.m. confident

that I'll wake up to the America that I've predicted.

I've just received a call from Secretary Clinton.

He congratulated us.

It's about us on our victory.

Instead, I wake up to a lot of text messages on my phone from friends who didn't go to sleep that night.

I turn to my boyfriend Ben, who's lying next to me.

He didn't go to sleep either.

For a while now, we were living in different countries

because you were asleep.

And you'd gone to bed thinking that he couldn't win.

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