Why Does It Feel Strange to Finally Get What We Voted For?

Today, while out running errands with my wife, it really hit me. We're in Western North Carolina, and even though Trump didn't come to our exact town, it was comforting to know he was around, seeing the damage for himself. I caught some of his speech on my phone on the drive to the store and saw this clip where he actually gave the mic to local people, letting them talk for a solid 20 minutes right on national TV.

Once we got back and put everything away, I sat down to watch the whole thing. It felt like, for once, someone was really listening to us. I mean even in our small town things still line the roads and river banks. It was pushed to the side just enough to continue on. There are certain parts that if you just dropped someone into they probably wouldn't believe it was an American town. Disaster assistance messages still spray painted on the sides of crumbling buildings, beds, clothes, couches, houses, trailers, bridges, and homes still literally sitting in the river, hanging in the trees or on the side of the roads. And it's not just my town. Its everywhere out here. With the media gone and FEMA basically telling us to fend for ourselves, it seemed like all eyes were going to California, and we were just fucked.

Is anyone else having a "wow" moment with everything going on? I know its just the start, and I'm still cautiously optimistic, because frankly its the federal government, but I cant help but feel hopeful. I don't know why it just feels weird but in a good way.