There I stood on a Monday night in a room full of strangers, in a city that was slowly becoming more and more familiar.
I was there to do something I never thought I’d get to do. I never thought there was a chance that my favourite singer from New Zealand who now lives in New York would ever come to England.
But she did and so the day the tickets went on sale I bought one.
That was over 6 months ago.
And on Monday night I finally got to see her live.
Her voice was beautiful, she was beautiful and it felt special being there as she performed songs about love, war and death.
The same songs that I had listened to on buses, trains and walks.
The songs that picked me up and songs that I sat with when I felt down and needed comfort.
Her show ended with an old favourite and the crowd clapped and sang along.
I left full of gratitude for the art that was shared that night and that good feeling that comes from hearing the songs you love.