Anna Fry

Life is beautiful and strange and synced-in and mysterious. Three months ago the idea of giving up van life and settling in Perth was the most insane thing I could imagine and was not in any way an option I was interested in even considering. I had people down south trying to convince me to stay, and I didn’t understand why, when I’d been so clear that I didn’t want a home and that I was set on heading back north. But here I am now, down south, with a home 10m from the beach, and the van parked outside but not being lived in. I have a full time job that is interesting / difficult / freeing / all-consuming / infuriating / deeply meaningful. I don’t know how I arrived in this spot but I’m grateful to be here. I know there is an amazing path forward, but I don’t know yet how the previous parts of me and my previous plans align with this new direction. I don’t know yet how to balance the Tame and the Wild. The change has been overwhelming and the stress of the new job sometimes too much. I don’t regret moving to Perth and taking a job, but I do notice the impact that it’s had on my connection to self and connection to Country. But last night someone reminded me that self-care is a thing. So today I’ve taken multiple long hot showers, I’ve asked for help where I needed it, and, most importantly, I’ve taken time to step away from the laptop and the ocean views in my apartment, and I’ve taken time to bask in the sun, play in the ocean, sit in the rocks while the sun sets. I’ve looked at the beauty around me. And if I was going to unexpectedly land somewhere, I’m feeling pretty lucky it was here.

Beach hopping day

Swimming with this 6m beauty was pretty special and surreal

Today has been a very good day. It’s tinged with sadness though, as this nomadic life I’ve known for almost three years is about to change, at least for a while. No more chasing the weather and chasing my whims. No more waking up and rolling the dice and living on a wing and a prayer and the promise of adventure with a healthy hint of occasional chaos. Soon I’ll be heading back south to sign a work contract and put down roots. I’ll still have freedom in my schedule, I’ll still be travelling for work, but it won’t be the same as switching a mood and driving two states away just because I felt like shaking things up. It’s not easy to crave both freedom and stability, both strong connections and complete non-attachment. When home is both everywhere and nowhere, it’s easy to commit to one place whilst simultaneously dreaming of another, whilst also itching to get back on the big bad road and seeing where she takes me next. Responsibility vs recklessness. Belonging vs being. Consistency vs chaos. The hope would be to have them all in balance. I don’t know if that’s possible, but I’ve decided to take a chance and try it out, knowing that in releasing one phase, that I open myself to something entirely new and entirely unknown. And unknown is the place that I have come to thrive in. I’m in a space of both fear and faith, grieving what I’m leaving behind, whilst also feeling my heart opening to what lies ahead. Wish me luck!

Wildlings reunited 🥰

Return to the rock pools

Beach babes

Life is alright 😉

Today’s little snorkel, 2km offshore and jellyfish galore 🪸

It’s the last day of my 30s and I’m reunited with my bestie in Exy. 💗💗

That Exmouth bubblegum blue

Six months in beautiful Broome, and in two weeks it will be time to say bye bye for a while. Still waiting for the next step to reveal itself, all I know for now is that I’ll be hooning to Exmouth to spend my 40th with a fave gal. From there, who knows? But I’m ready for whatever awaits. 💗

Oh yeh, pretty nice to knock off work for the day and head to my local.

Red dirt, blue sky, blue ocean. Shiny skin, baking heat, constant possibility of crocodiles. Love it.

Golden afternoon in Broome

These red sand low tide vibes make me feel like I’m back in the outback.

Everyone should move to Broome. It’s summertime here friends!

Red and blue Broome 😍

Soaking up the sun while salmon sizzles in the oven. Slow and easy living in Exmouth. ✌🏻

Obligatory shot from Quobba Blowholes.

A warm artesian bore bath is a pretty lovely way to start the day. Healing minerals straight from the earth. 💛

Rising in the red dirt

An unexpected detour today inspired an extra detour out to Wave Rock. Located in Hyden, it’s a spot that I’ve wanted to visit, but knew would never be on my way anywhere. So, I figured, thrown off course once today, push the course a bit further. 🌊🪨

Ah Esperance. We meet again.