Tonight I'm recording from Bremer Bay, wrapping up my time in this beautiful little coastal town where I've met some incredible locals. I spent the morning learning how to build a rock wall with Leo (yes, that's the SAS/hippie commune/energy worker guy I've been staying with), had tea with Jody in her mum's incredible hand-built stone house, and met two travelers from England who are doing van life very differently than I am.

But the real thread running through today is this question that's been gnawing at me: did I actually need to quit my entire life and move into a van to learn what I'm learning? I'm wrestling with this realization that all the insights I'm having about presence, intentionality, and mindfulness—they don't actually require living in a van. You could figure this stuff out without the dramatic life change. And yet, I don't know if I personally could have gotten here without doing exactly what I did. It's a bit of a mind-bender, and I'm still working it out.

Also, there are mosquitoes the size of small aircraft in my van, and I'm definitely getting a mosquito net situation sorted out.

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