In fall of 2010 I had the idea of creating a non-profit to help encourage, organize and fund volunteerism on a global level. I’d just taken my first trip to India and knew in my heart it was the right thing to be doing at a time when our world needs it most. Cool. So what do you do next?
No oppressive boss, nagging vacation rules or arid cage, that some like to refer to as a cubicle, to clock into. No particular need to shower, change out of your sweatpants, or trudge through another stale commute. Just road-trippin’ and passport stamping, with a lap-top in tote.
Freedom to work, play, and for God’s sake, dress as you please. Freedom to wear PJs ‘til noon and take a mid-day beach, museum or 3-hour café break.
The free life has serious mass appeal. Because that’s all we really crave, right? Unleashed living and adult immunity?
Well, not really…
One random evening in 2008 I received a call from my best friend CC. This, in and of itself, was nothing special or noteworthy, having been best friends since the age of 9, but now living 1,200 miles apart, many evenings have been spent on the phone with each other and 2008 was a particularly chatty year for us, being it was that year I separated from my husband and CC was always there, ready to comfort, give me tough love, support my life decisions…all the things best friends are designed for.
When my friend Dan Lack persuaded me to go to Antarctica last summer, little did I know it was going to change my life. “Samantha, come on.. ANTARCTICA.” “Dan, I don’t even know where Antarctica IS… Plus, I have to make an album! I can’t go to, like, the bottom of the earth! And… is that where polar bears are, or penguins?” (penguins)
“Trust me, it’ll change your life” So I did. And it did.
Cut to 3 months later, I found myself sitting on a plane headed south to Buenos Aires. I’d never been to South America before; all these years of being a US-based musician had kept me primarily in the States, living vicariously through my friends. Instead of a guitar case, which had served as my traveling companion for so long, I now carried a backpack full of snow gear and more SmartWool than I’d ever seen before.
My love affair began when my mom and dad met and fell in love on a hippy kibbutz (aka commune) in Israel in, 1973… A seed was planted and, A love story began:
In the last LLYOV New Music post I mentioned a friend who ran into my room to share the magic that is Into the Wild by LP, that friend is Robin. I met Robin a year ago, but it feels like I’ve known her for lifetimes. I could go on and on about my love for Robin and could confidently speak for everyone else that knows her.
About 5 years ago, when I started planning for my big, round-the-world trip, I never imagined the final outcome would be moving permanent homes from Peoria, Illinois to Sydney, Australia. But, here I am, sitting in my new home, working as a travel blogger/writer for several outlets, and planning still more travels. All of these points have actualized because of my one decision to pursue long-term travel.
Have you ever been on a vacation with a loved one? Have you ever taken loads of pictures so that you could savor it for yourself and share it with friends and family forever? Of course you have! But have you ever discovered that the camera with all your memories was suddenly missing? If you haven’t, let me tell you, it’s a pretty horrible feeling of helplessness and devastation.
This is my “say your name, where you’re from and something interesting about yourself” introduction. I’m Jacky, I’m from South Carolina and I broke my foot in Greece. Drunk off Ouzo? Hiking to the Parthenon? Having a tryst with a beautiful Greek man? Nope, Walking down the stairs thank you very much.