Coffee, Cockatoos & Coming Home

The afternoon slipped away as Anth moved through his pre-reunion checklist with methodical care. Our mobile home needed its basic necessities – fresh water flowing through its veins, provisions stocked in its cupboards, and a full tank of diesel to power our upcoming adventures. Each stop around Hobart felt purposeful, knowing each task completed brought us closer to being whole again. As evening settled over Tasmania, our faithful bus carried Anth toward the airport, where Sal waited with two weeks of stories held close to her heart.

The moment of reunion brought more than just embraces – it carried the profound realization that our nomadic life had truly transformed. As Sal stepped back into our rolling sanctuary, the feeling of 'coming home' washed over her with unexpected intensity. The bus was no longer just a vehicle of adventure, but the heart of our wandering life.

With evening's shadows lengthening and tomorrow's responsibilities looming (including Sal's pressing university assignments before our Japanese adventure), we chose the familiar comfort of Seven Mile Beach's day use area for our night's rest. But before retiring, the moonlit beach called to us. Hand in hand, we walked across sand turned silver by lunar light, the gentle symphony of waves providing the perfect backdrop for reconnection. These precious moments, shared under the evening sky, reminded us why we chose this life of freedom and simplicity.

Morning arrived with nature's own welcome committee – a rowdy gathering of Yellow Tailed Black Cockatoos had chosen the trees beside our bus for their breakfast feast. Their distinctive calls and the sound of cracking seeds created a wild yet oddly comforting alarm clock. As their chorus continued overhead, we rekindled our cherished morning ritual – sharing that first cup of coffee together. The familiar aroma filled our cozy space as we sat, cups warming our hands, catching up on the smaller moments of our time apart. It was these simple pleasures, missed during our separation, that made our nomadic life feel so rich and complete.Okumaya devam et