Jemma Jones is
The Traveling Pixie;
a writer with a permanent hunger to
eat, drink and enjoy life around the world.
Here’s my story;
Nomadic wander seemed to be inevitable.
From England to Australia, living in almost every state.
As a kid, ‘home’ changed every few years and packing became second nature.
It was exciting and exhausting.
Changing schools, not to mention constantly being surrounded by the feelings on unfamiliarity.
There was always one comfort, though. One place where I belonged, by the dishwasher, standing on crates awaiting service.
Growing up in my parents restaurants, I had the opportunity at an early age to meet people from all across the world.
I fell in love with the diversity and universal language that accompanied food.
Let’s fast forward to the age of 22, when the itch for adventure felt like drowning.
Even though I was so passionate and had worked so hard to be in university, it felt wrong being there. Like, there was something else calling – something bigger than what was being confined in these.
I wanted to graduate and work as a counselor for teenagers or children. At that moment, the only person I needed to help was myself.
My psychology degree would have to wait.
I bought a one way ticket to BC, Canada and set out on what was suppose to be a 6 month contract working at a ski resort. I said goodbye to the sun, as well as my loved ones in Australia and embarked on an adventure that ended up becoming life.
It had been almost 5 years.
I feel in love with a new world, a new way of life. Not so different from Australia, yet so completely the opposite.
The colors of fall, the snow on my face, the ascent and hockey fever, poutine and the ohh the heart captivating mountains.
I traveled al across the province of British Columbia, the supernatural province that lives up to the title. One of the few places you can snowboard and then surf within a few hour drive of each other. I just there for the mountains and the nature, and that overall sense of feeling completely grounded yet with your head in the clouds.
Still, it felt like the longest time I had ever stayed in one place.
I was successful in accomplishing so many things; I had a great apartment, a cat, a loving boyfriend and was awaiting confirmation of my permanent resident status for Canada, which meant I could officially call the country home – if there is ever such a thing.
I had the job in management I had been working to death for, one could say I was set on my path of becoming a dignified adult.
I may have been living in Canada but my life had become somewhat stagnant.
Was that what I had set to do?
Wasn’t I suppose to conquering dreams and fulfilling MY life goals, not the goals set forth by the social stigmas of this world.
I asked for a month off work, I needed to time to figure me out, again.
This got declined. Instantly, I figured me out a little better. I knew I didn’t want to live my life at the mercy of District Managers and CEO’s.
So, off I went.
Since then I have gotten lost in Taipei, partied till dawn in Venice, befriended a cat in Marseilles, tasted the fresh taste of back street pizza in Naples, exposed myself to the flavour and pungent smell of sour fish in Sweden, collected bottle tops across Germany along with photographing anything and everything street art.
The past decade has seen me scattered across the globe.
On returning to Canada, I moved to Vancouver to pursue a career in sales and marketing, focusing in the travel industry.
I spent several years immersed in the travel world, from the other side.
The dark side, it could at time be referred to.
From a cubicle, educating myself and others on long term travel options like au pairing, teaching English, volunteering and working holidays.
Well established in the area, it was time for a change and opted to organize Vegas trips, cruises and all-inclusive vacations.
My clients weren’t just people, they were friends, friends I wanted to help anyway possible.
It felt like such meaningful work. Whether they were going to Germany to work with a family or had spent their childhood day dreaming of kangaroos, or never leaving Calgary and wanting some sort of vacation away from the kids.
I was there to help them, hold their hand and guide them through the process with my own stories, tips and lists.
I’ll never forget Rita; a 40-something woman wanting to completely change here life. She was terrified. Quite rightly, life changing
IS SCARY but that’s no reason not to do it. She called me everyday, until the day she left Canada to Thailand for 6 months to teach children English.
The thing is, as much as I loved helping people travel and spending my days researching, motivating and creating itineraries.
I was still working for the ‘man’.
This wasn’t the dream, it was just another distraction.
You’ve got to be very careful of those.
Life reset – take 3.
I set my sights on the true passion; being an established writer.
The Traveling Pixie is where I can follow my dreams and help you with yours! I can still indulge in my love for research and travel planning. This time, on my terms, with no boss or cubicle.
I can cut the bullshit and tell you how it really is.
I don’t want to sell you on the idea; I want to inspire and motivate those too scared to change their lives.
I’m now conquering my fears.
You see, I may have always wanted to be a writer but having people actually read my words is terrifying. Which is a huge set back when wanting to be an author, as I’m sure you could imagine. It’s like wanting to be a scuba diver but you’re scared of being under water.
So as I overcome my fear, I invite you to do the same. Whatever it may be.
Live the life you dreamed of.
Everything I own has been sold. Condensing the remains into two (very full) backpacks.
I’m now traveling full-time and with The Traveling Pixie I can retell tales of exploration and exploit my gastronomical conquests.
Plus, help you with my travel/hacks and assist you in anyway I can. From answering your questions to travel planning ideas, itinerary building or simply by being your ‘travel cheerleader’.
And if I can make you laugh, well, that’s my day made.
Anyway, that’s enough awkward writing about myself.
“And I won’t sit down
And I won’t shut up
And most of all I will not grow up”
Photosynthesis, Frank Turner.