I'm sitting in a Boston Pizza in Swift Current waiting on my supper. This is the night before my first gig on the way home. I play a house concert tomorrow night, then drive to Carlyle SK to play a house concert on Wed.
It feels good to know that I'm headed home finally. It will be three weeks before I park in my driveway and go inside my Atlantic home. It's hard to imagine the past two months. I know I did it but it still seems like a dream. Now I'm looking forward to fall booking conferences and gigs, along with recording sessions and home renovations.
What have I learned? I've learned that I belong out here on the road playing music. I also learned that my fans are devoted and happy to find me on tour again. I realize that I've done very little in the past four years to keep them following me so it's a gift they've given me. I am truely blessed.