🇦🇺 Sharing a Single Flower in Bomaderry: Tasks, Walks, and Tears of Joy

Four Tasks That Couldn’t Be Delayed

This day began with a clear list in my mind—four important tasks that I had been avoiding for too long:

• Opening a bank account

• Getting a phone number

• Applying for a Tax File Number (TFN)

• Buying flowers

For anyone staying or working in Australia, the first three are essential steps. I had always imagined them to be complicated, so I kept postponing them. But that morning I decided to do them all at once.

To my surprise, each process went smoothly, and within a single day, everything was completed. It reminded me once again that, in travel and in life, the most important thing is simply to start.

Walking to Nowra and Looking for Flowers

From Bomaderry to the neighboring town of Nowra is about four kilometers one way. For me, used to cycling every day, walking felt like a refreshing change. Step by step, I observed the streets, the shops, and the expressions of local people.

Nowra is a convenient town with shopping centers, phone shops, banks, and florists. While browsing a flower shop, I discovered roses that could be bought individually. Until now, I had often purchased bouquets, but at around 20 dollars each, it was too costly to continue. That day, I decided to change my style: instead of bouquets, I would give one single flower at a time.

Even a small flower, when handed directly to someone, carries its own meaning. I believed in that simple truth, and I wanted to carry it into the journey ahead.

A Gift That Brought Tears

Back at my host’s home, I held out one of the roses and offered it to them. Surprised, they asked, “Why are you giving this to me?”

I looked at them and said quietly, “This flower is for you.”

At that moment, I saw tears well up in their eyes. A smile or a thank-you alone would have been enough. But to see tears of emotion in return—that was something far beyond what I expected.

Travel is not just about moving from one place to another. Its true purpose lies in sharing joy that exceeds expectations. That single flower reminded me why I carry flowers on my bicycle. It is not only about the flowers themselves, but about the moments of connection they create.