Tonight I'm processing an hour and a half conversation I just had with my brother, and it's got me thinking about how much we've both changed since we were kids. He's two years younger than me, and I used to give him hell for being the sensitive one. Now we're both in our thirties, navigating manhood together, and I'm realizing what a gift it is to have someone who shares that unique context of our upbringing.

But this conversation also has me reflecting on why I'm even in this van in the first place. I don't think I've really talked about the genesis of all this - why I packed up my entire life in Sydney and decided to spend time alone with myself for the first time ever. It came from realizing I wasn't comfortable in my own skin, that I was looking for completion in other people, and that I needed to figure out who the hell I am before I could show up properly in relationships or know what I actually want from life.

I'm also getting into some thoughts on masculinity, the total failure of our culture to initiate boys into men, and why so many guys in their late twenties and early thirties have no idea what they want. Spoiler: it's because we're only just starting to ask the questions we should have been exploring years ago. Plus some updates on where I'm headed next in Western Australia and why coming back here always used to fill me with dread - but maybe not this time.

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