As the lights of Melbourne drifted behind the horizon and we settled into our bunks for the night, this ferry ride over to Tasmania was unlike the others. True, a sense of adventure hung in the dusk air, but the underlying comfort of 'coming home' crept in like an unexpected hug. We've always said we could live in Tasmania, and the coming months would give us a chance to see what that distant-future life might feel like. With a long wishlist of places to go, things to do and a mountain-shaped playground towering over Hobart, our plan was to make the most of the time we had; no settling, no nesting. Part 1 covers our time striking a balance between work, travel and 'doing new things' in Hobart and the east coast.