Unlike many stories you read on websites like this, mine does not start with quitting a job to travel the world.
I have done that more times than I can count on two hands, but my story starts way before I even held a job.
I was raised free-range in the mountains of Lake Tahoe, California, by parents who love outdoor adventure. I spent much of my childhood road tripping, camping, hiking, and exploring all the national parks we could manage to squeeze into family vacation time.
When I was about 10 years old, I traveled to Montreal with my family. It was my first time out of the United States, and it was the first time I learned that part of Canada spoke French.
I was absolutely enthralled by everything so foreign to me. I even saved a grocery bag with French words on it, along with some of their cool foreign coins, and kept them in a secret drawer in my bedroom until I moved out and went to college.
At age 11, I started helping my older brother with his Spanish homework, and that was all it took for me.
I began studying Spanish myself at age 12 and continued until I had finished all the grammar studies available to me at my high school. I declared Spanish as my major at age 17, went off to college, and then moved to Costa Rica to study abroad for my sophomore year at age 18.
I got swept up in the Costa Rican culture, the food, the dancing, the people, the beautiful places, and, of course, the language. Spanish rolled off my tongue so easily that people started mistaking me for a local.
I lived with an incredible Costa Rican family that I clicked with from day one. I excelled in my studies. I became an expert street salsa dancer. I had a permanent tan. I dated guys who taught me how to talk on the phone in Spanish (much harder than in person). I befriended entire groups of people who didn’t speak English. I traveled every weekend. I wrote my journal in Spanish. I thought and dreamt in Spanish.
For possibly the first time in my life, I felt absolutely in my element.
When that school year came to its inevitable end, I couldn’t accept that it was over. My entire world had been turned upside down, the rug completely pulled out from under me. I’ve never been so upset to take a flight “home.”
When I got back to the US, I knew at once that I couldn’t stay. Things couldn’t just go “back to normal.”
With my host family in Costa Rica 2004
That’s when I started learning Italian. Not long afterwards, I set off for Italy at age 20 for another year of studying abroad. Another year of immersion in a new culture, another new language, with new food, people, sights, and activities. This entirely new life was so easy and natural for me.
I fell completely in love with Italy, and I knew I wouldn’t stop there.
I came out of that year with an existence wholly divided. I had a life in Italy, I had a life in Costa Rica, and I had a life in the States, with friends that I kept in touch with in multiple languages, literally all across the world.
With study abroad friends in Italy 2005
With study abroad friends in Brazil 2008
What could I possibly do but keep adding experience and adventure to this path? I already knew then that I wouldn’t, that I couldn’t, ever, have it any other way.
I began studying French and German in college, and after graduation I moved to Brazil for a third study abroad to learn Portuguese. I planned to continue my French and German studies in France and Germany “someday,” because I want to become fluent in both.
I let the cycle of long-term travels that I had built become my lifestyle. I’d find work for a season in the US to earn enough money to leave again, and then off I’d go.
I kept exploring. I kept collecting languages, friends, and memories from all over the world. I kept growing, and my travel addiction grew with me.
I’ve jumped at every chance I’ve had to exercise my adventurous free spirit by seeing the world, all with my own resources.
And then in 2013, after a decade of traveling independently all over this world…
Mind = blown. I was made for this. This was made for me. #byebyeblogspot
Believe it or not, that was mere months AFTER I quit my last job without a plan. The timing was perfect. I was ready to jump in with both feet, so…
I am a creative entrepreneur with more ideas and passions than can possibly fit inside one niche or outlet. I’m here for the adventure of it all: the good, the great, the hard, the ugly. I’m not done creating, I’m not done traveling (not even close), I’m not done writing or building businesses or studying abroad or living overseas…
Traveling Jackie is my outlet for everything. It is my home online, and I started it when I uprooted my life and went nomadic in 2015 (check out the juicy stuff for that story). This platform is my space to explore adventure travel, personal development, writing, and connecting with real people on a real level.
My first group trip to Patagonia in 2016
At French school in France 2018
Traveling Jackie is my outlet for everything. It is my home online, and I started it when I uprooted my life and went nomadic in 2015 (check out the juicy stuff for that story). This platform is my space to explore adventure travel, personal development, writing, and connecting with real people on a real level.
Travel is a fast-track to both internal and external discovery. It is through travel that I have learned (and continue to learn) who I am and why I am here, and I want to expose as many people as I can to those same lessons.
Life is too short to live vicariously. My goals are to inspire you to travel now, not later, to pursue your calling, listen to yourself, challenge yourself on a daily basis, be who you are meant to be, and go where you are meant to go, no matter what the people nearest to you think.