I’m sitting in a bright, open sun-room that’s lined with walls of louvered windows. It’s 2:06pm and the sun is reflecting off the glass and creating small rainbows all over the grey, tiled floor. The house is an old Queenslander full of character in the suburb of Seven Hills, Brisbane. Inside lives a wonderful human who I met through a friend just over a week ago. He’s definitely in the running for ‘Best Bernie Host’. Private front garden, unlimited showers, access to the washing machine, very scrumptious home-cooked meals and incredibly great banter.
Now Kaylee, I realise it’s been a while since we talked. Time flies when you’re having fun, right?! And trust me I’ve been having plenty.
I’ve frolicked around a sugar cane plantation at 6 o’clock in the morning, embarked on 15 kilometre return walk to Lake Mackenzie at dusk, watched the sunset over Hammerstone Sandblow after collecting fulgurite, swam in Eli Creek by the moonlight, wandered through sunflower fields in Toowoomba, flown over Stradbroke Island in a small two seater plane, celebrated music by dancing the night away in Fortitude Valley, sat atop Kangaroo Point Cliffs following a night of no sleep, admired the lights of Brisbane City on Story Bridge, walked along Woody Point Esplanade with a beer in one hand and six-pack in the other, received four raw cake slices from Charlie’s Raw Squeeze for the price of two, received a $90 parking fine in Milton, felt at home amongst the West End Market stalls and I’ve just finished up making a batch of dough for tonight’s pizza party.
These experiences involved connection with nature and like-minded people. They involved open minds and open hearts. They involved freedom, adventure and learning. They involved coming back to a space I could call my own, an overwhelming feeling of ‘home, sweet home’.
I’m eight days into ‘living on road’ and I can’t remember the last time I felt this content, this happy.
Kaylee, what does happy look like to you?
All my love,