The weather was beautiful. Cloudless, warm sun, light drenched rooftop. The wet faux grass probably added an earthy tone to the concrete slabs holding the packed house. Someone at the end of the night quipped that I look like I am still pinching myself from all that is happening.

The night drew to magical close as the lights went dim and the spots made their final bow. Many hands stretched out in what felt like long overdue congratulations. I wish I was in the audience soaking up what everyone told me was a great night. It is quite a bummer to not be able to enjoy myself as much as the people who came did. It’s a funny one. Yes I look like I am pinching myself - I wake up every morning wondering how long this fairy tale will last. Cos it feels like one. And it’s only just begun.

In spite of broken dreams, relationships, walk outs, unrequited promises and all those false starts and a late bloom most people would advise the throwing in of the white towel, I am standing on the roof, with used travel tickets in my suitcase, battling jet lag to put together a homecoming show. Surrounded by friends, old and new, who pulled the whole show together with me. Friends I have had to leave behind for a season to go see the world, fly out to make an impression and build a different world. Yet friends who have held me close to their hearts and friends who inspire me through their own stories. Feels damn good to be home. We’ll party yet.

I’m collecting all the dust from the evening and watching how they are settling. I hope to have a good report for all of us.