My friend asked me why I hadn’t done a postal vote. I said that there is something powerful about going to vote in person. Even the time that I spoiled my ballot. I cared enough to vote but couldn’t bring myself to vote for any of them. Some countries have a box for this option.
I felt excited to go to vote which has never happened before. To say that I wanted to say in the EU I had to do a postal vote as I was going to be in Portugal. I cried when leave won.
Today I went off to vote. Walking down the street I felt a weird sense of strength and power even though I know I am one of millions voting today. I looked out for other people who were possibly walking or leaving there and wondered who they might vote or have voted for.
I found the polling station. I decided to go when I thought that there wouldn’t be a queue as I didn’t feel up for queuing, though it was over so fast that I wish that there had been one.
I went to the desk and gave them my card. They asked me to confirm my name and address, though I’m glad there wasn’t a queue for that bit as it is a bit personal. I forgot how it works and nearly walked off without my ballot. In the booth without hesitance I drew an x. I had forgot a pen so I made sure the lines were thick as it was with a pencil. I paused as where was the box and I didn’t want to look stupid. Screw it. I walked and looked to the left. A guy at the desk said ‘it’s here!’ and I turned to see a big box. ‘Ah yes the big box!’ I said trying to downplay my feelings inside. He smiled. It felt fine.
I had passed a lot of polling station signs on the way in and I didn’t want to take a picture right then as I felt nervous, so on the way out I made sure I walked past the one that I liked the most. I could tell that someone was walking up behind me so I faffed on my phone briefly though I am sure they knew that I was going to take a picture as I was right next to the sign. I took one quickly then went on my way.