To the concert on the National Mall -- and looking for the president-elect

Just joined my mother for her weekly radio show, and many generations joined us. We were all crying as we contemplated what will occur in just over 48 hours.

Last night, we arrived at our hotel about 7 p.m. in Arlington, Va.

We had traveled through six states until finally hitting a blue state: North Carolina.

On Friday night, we stayed in Atlanta with my cousin Whitney, who is working on a doctorate in African-American Women's studies at Emory University. It was great to share this time with her. Whitney represents what's so great about this county: the ability to succeed through education - she is truly living the dream.

We got a late start on Saturday-- just exhausted from the long journey. However, as we drove farther north, we started to see more and more Obama signs, including an "Obama, here we come!" sign. Our excitement continued to build.

I have heard from so many old friends along the way, including a friend whom I rode my bicycle with in Ryan Place as a child. He had read about our journey and wanted to wish us the best.

We are now headed to the mall with my uncle and a friend from New York to hear the concert. We hope to see the President-Elect!