This vlog starts with one of those “I can’t believe that just happened” van life moments — I was packing up at Jarradene Campground, turned around, and there was a kangaroo calmly drinking from the little water bowl I usually leave out for the birds. It was genuinely magical (and yes, it gave me a few polite warnings to not get too close). It’s such a perfect example of why I love solo van life in Australia: you get these quiet, unexpected encounters that just don’t happen when you’re stuck at home. From there, it’s the real shift: packing up, hitting the road, setting up to work with ocean views, and then the emotional whiplash of going from bush calm back to city life. I talk about what I call “campsite brain” versus “city brain” — how nature makes my thoughts big and floaty and creative, and how quickly they turn efficient and slightly bossy the second traffic lights and email inboxes return. Honestly, the hardest part of solo van life isn’t the camping — it’s that weird mix of calm and mild betrayal when you leave, and the challenge of smuggling the best parts of the bush back into normal life (minus the campsite snack rules).