First thing is first. What a moment to be a part of. I’ve been dreaming of this since I was a 13-year-old who accidentally stumbled upon Eurovision one Saturday night on SBS looking for something a little more racy and finding something I’d never fall out of love with. Here I am. 13 years later, and standing in my first ever Eurovision Final, brimming with unfound patriotism as tonight is the first time my country is ever allowed to perform. Boy, have I waited for this.
The welcome feeling I felt all week from other delegations was not to be ignored either. Every time someone saw I was from Australia I would be greeted with a warm hug, an exclamation of how far I’d come and a complete welcome and acceptance of the quality of “My” song. Never was it "Your country’s song," it was mine and I felt a pride of ownership. The most overwhelming of non-competition times was when I was dragged in to a circle of Portuguese delegates as they chanted “Australia” around me – that’s how excited they were.
As Eurovision is over for the year all I can say is, tonight was so good, forget tomorrow let me do tonight again – and I’ll see you in Sweden!